A doctor burst out, mask stained with blood.
" She is losing too much blood, we need a donor now." the doctor instructed the nurses.
Naarah rushed to him.
" What is going on? Is she Ok?"
The doctor removed the mask from his face. A heavy sigh came out of his mouth.
" She had lost a lot of blood, and we need a donor. "
" I can donate." Aaron whisked
He looked devastated, his upper buttons were open- his hair was messy. He looked at the open ward. Fear crept into his heart. He couldn't see his princess' face but the room looked cold. It looked like Death had visited the place and had left a shadow behind.
" N-no," he muttered.
He rushed inside, and the scream of Naarah was background noise.
" Mina, Mina."
He fell to his knees. Tubes were connected to her. She didn't look like the sassy girl he had come to love. She looked weak, fragiled.
She looked like a single touch could send her to the afterlife.
" Princess, don't do this to me, to us."
He held her hand. They weren't the warm hand he'd been holding. Her hand was cold.
He bowed his head on her hand. Praying, praying that she could make it. How was he going to survive without her? She had shown her more than he'd come to know. She had shown her what love was and how to leave life.
Security pushed him out but he refused to move. He had to be with her.
" You can't be in a place like that, Mr. Vertecio. It's not safe."
The doctor said, trying to reason with him.
" What is her type?" Naarah asked
"AB negative."
Naarah gripped the necklace around her neck. The blood on her face looked drained.
" AB negative?" she asked
She wasn't a match, and neither is Aaron