"What?" Jaylene gasped, her eyes widening as she stared at Dr. Whitlock. "When did I get matched for a bone marrow transplant with Minister Richardson?"
"Ten days ago," Dr. Whitlock patiently explained. "The day Mrs. Richardson's funeral was held, the Minister fainted on the spot at the funeral home and later in the afternoon, you came and donated 200CC of blood. We used your blood for a matching test with Minister Richardson."
"But you didn't tell me in advance?" Jaylene was furious. "How can you do this? Did I agree to this?"
The several doctors in the office glanced at each other, unsure how to respond.
"This is the consent form," Dr. Whitlock pulled a form out of a drawer to hand to Jaylene. "You've signed this. I believe the nurse should have informed you when drawing blood."
Jaylene stared at the consent form in front of her. She remembered signing it, but she hadn't paid attention to what it stated.
