49 Forty nine

Anxious

Nervous

Confused

And scared.

I paced in the corridor not sure what to do. I couldn't think straight and my heart was pounding in my chest.

I felt that my throat was dry while I myself was drenched, her blood still on me.

Time and again I looked at the red emergency sign and the closed emergency door. Each second felt like an hour.

Suddenly the door opened and a nurse came running to me.

"Can you arrange blood for her?"

"Blood?"

"She's O- and we're out of O- blood bags if you can you better hurry. She's in a critical state."

She then ran past me to the counter to ask if any more blood could be arranged.

Who? Do I know anyone with O- blood? Who do I ask? I bit my lower lip in frustration.

First I'll call my secretary and ask her to inform the whole company and further.

Someone,

I gulped trying to lubricate my dry throat, someone will show up.