While Susan was sleeping Matthew pinched a pin and punctured her tip of the ring finger. She in her sleep perhaps felt a mosquito bite and swished her hand to her chest. A droplet of blood had oozed out of her finger tip. He collected it on two small glass slabs and covered them with other two slabs. He repeated the work with the sleeping Adam; but with more caution. Lastly he collected his blood sample. Scribbling "A" on Adam's; "S" on Susan's and "M" on his own blood sample he sneaked out of house at siesta time and went to the nearby bus stop. Went aboard a bus when one arrived at the bus stop. Went to the city and searched for a small lonely clinic. He found one: Eighthills Clinic. There was no patient in the lonely clinic. One man in white was sitting on a wooden chair putting his hands on his head. He must be a hopeless compounder. But I hope he checks blood samples correct: he thought. When he came into view of the compounder appeared very pleased flashing his yellow teeth.
"Yes sir, please come in," said the compounder standing up.
Matthew entered the clinic and said, "I am here to do the blood group check."
"Good," said the compounder. "Yours?"
"I have three models. Will you?"
"Yes, gladly."
Matthew handed him the three glass slabs. One "A"; one "S"; one "M".
"What are these labels?" the compounder asked.
He said, "Names of the people." Then after a moments pause he said, "How much time it will take?"
"Not more than twenty minutes."
"Ok, I am coming after twenty minutes. I have to dine. Haven't eaten anything since morning."
"Please sir, please," said the compounder.
Matthew went to another clinic and gave the other three slabs there. Waited for twenty minutes. Got the results and paid the compounder there. Came to the first clinic, paid the compounder and got the results. He compared the results. The first clinic's result was saying: Adam B+; Susan B-; and Matthew AB+. The second clinic was showing the same results. A shock came to his mind slowly and quietly. His heart ached. He felt as if his inner self was put into a running grinder. He wanted to run wild crying. He wanted to jump down from the over bridge he was walking now, so that he would either damage his legs or a truck would run over him. Few drops of tear had appeared in his eyes. Because of a sudden melancholy he was oblivious of his position on the road. Everything went blurry because of tear. A bike almost struck him. Then he came to senses. He balanced himself. Cleared his eyes wiping away tears. He noticed he was walking dangerously in the middle of the road absentmindedly. He checked himself. Went to the left of the road. Sat on the footpath. Everyone crossing him was looking at him. He was noticing it; but could not make himself stand up and go. In his mind's screen great affection shown by Susan and grandpa was flashing. A thousand of questions were emerging in his head. Why? Why? Why? And the sad part is that he did not know the answers.