. . .
Going back to the hospital, Willy finished having his blood drawn—in a narrow tube, he watched it going up before reaching its receiver who was lying unconscious on her hospital bed. He was doing a good deed, but in his mind, he felt apologetic. Such an innocent girl will have his dirty blood flowing inside her veins.
Pedro, who had his full attention to his daughter, didn't even notice Willy walking away. He turned his head towards the seat he vacated to find him gone before looking around the emergency room to no avail. Just when he was about to run after this unknown donor, a cold hand reached out for his. He looked down to see his precious angel with her eyes half-closed.
"D-dad..." she struggled to utter in a weak voice, "F-farrah..."
