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.