"Operating room 1, quickly arrange for RH negative blood! The patient has a ruptured corpus luteum with massive bleeding and urgently needs a blood transfusion!"
"What? There’s no stock?"
The emergency doctor hung up the phone and then rushed to inform Sebastian.
Just moments ago, he had completely ignored me, but now, he suddenly stopped, turned on his heel and ran straight toward me.
"Brianna, if you’re willing to donate blood for Eliza Irving, I don’t care about you following me!"
I froze.
"I’m not following you..."
"Enough with the excuses! Saving someone is more important!"
He seized my arm and yanked me toward the doctor.
"She’s RH negative; just draw her blood!"
I struggled with all my might, but my hand was firmly in his grasp. Unable to free myself, I couldn’t help but mock him, "Didn’t you say you didn’t know me? So, how do you know I’m the rare blood type?"
I glared at him, waiting for an answer.
Sebastian scratched his head, frustration flickering across his face. "Is now really the time for questions? If we’ve loved each other for six years, isn't it normal for me to know you’re a rare blood type in an emergency?"
But I had just gone through an abortion and I was still bleeding intermittently. How could I possibly donate blood? Even if I were fit to donate, why should I help clean up his mess?
"I just had an abortion. I can’t donate. Find someone else!"
Sebastian’s anger flared instantly.
"Brianna, you claim to love me, yet when I ask you to donate blood, you refuse. You even lied about having an abortion!"
"I never thought you’d be the kind of person who'd watch someone suffer and not lift a finger! No wonder I can’t remember ever loving you!"
He was right. If he truly loved me, he wouldn’t have faked an illness to deceive me. He wouldn’t have ignored the pallor on my face and he sure as hell wouldn’t have forced me to give blood for his lover!
The machines began to beep wildly and the emergency doctor, seeing the urgency, quickly ushered the patient into the emergency room.
Sebastian tried to drag me toward the blood donation area, but I refused to budge. In a flash of rage, he lifted me by the waist.
"Brianna, whether you like it or not, I owe you for this. Worst case, I’ll marry you on our wedding day!"
I stopped struggling at that moment.
Considering how he had once risked his life to save mine, I accepted it as a debt repaid.