Vilhelmina's physical condition was deplorable. Her mouth, which was torn open, could not be stitched up. The crushed skull of her face made it difficult for her face to return to its original state. Plus there were blood clots in the brain due to bleeding. Her legs, limbs, spine and sternum were broken.
Vilhelmina had to get more than three hundred stitches first, only then could she be put into a coffin. My daughter now looked like a sleeping human being.
Everyone around me offered their condolences. They said that life and death have their own destiny. Only for me, this was not the case. My daughter, Vilhelmina could clearly have been saved if I had managed to get a blood donor. Vilhelmina was clearly saved.
I still remembered after arriving at the hospital, she was quickly pushed into the operating room. The doctor meant that all the broken bones could be repaired, but the ruptured internal organs needed an emergency blood transfusion.
I knew Vilhelmina had a rare blood type. Unfortunately, the hospital blood bank reserves were not enough. It made me immediately think of Vilhelmina's father, Maximilian Kostomarov, who has the same blood type as the child. But I couldn't get through to Maximilian.
Vilhelmina's life was hanging in the balance. I could only turn the hospital floors, but the phone was always off. The people in Maximilian's department said that he didn't have an operation at this time. The hospital was too big for me to find him.
Meanwhile, my daughter had already been declared dead after failing to be rescued. I held on to my last breath and continued to look for Maximilian. I just hoped that he would come to see Vilhelmina for the last time.
But to my surprise, I heard him entwined with his female assistant, Kimberly Beadsworth, in the locker room on the thirteenth floor. My heart ached to the point of numbness. I held onto the wall to gasp for breath in small gulps.
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Finally, I sent Vilhelmina to the funeral parlor. I could never forget the way her chest cavity was sunken in and could only be filled with cotton. Her eyes closed tightly at that time.
I put away the crayons on the table. The door lock suddenly twisted. Maximilian arrived home from work. He couldn't change his shoes before rushing to the phone and rubbing his hands together anxiously.
“Did my lovely daughter call me?” Maximilian asked me.