Sebastian tried to drag me toward the blood donation area, but I refused to budge. In a flash of rage, he lifted me by the waist.
"Brianna, whether you like it or not, I owe you for this. Worst case, I’ll marry you on our wedding day!"
I stopped struggling at that moment.
Considering how he had once risked his life to save mine, I accepted it as a debt repaid.
Watching the blood flow into the bag, my heart grew colder with each passing second.
Once the blood was drawn, Sebastian rushed to the operating room with the nurse in tow.
I gazed at his retreating and whispered, "Sebastian, we’re even now."
As I exited the blood-drawing room, dizziness overtook me and I collapsed.
When I woke up again, the doctor seemed ready to scold me, but his words softened into a resigned sigh.
"Take care of yourself. With your condition, you won’t be able to donate blood for at least six months."
I smiled faintly and nodded.
As the doctor left, a nurse couldn't help but whisper to her colleague, "Boss, why didn’t you tell her we couldn’t reach her emergency contacts? What if the patient misunderstands us..."