Nineteen

I quickly dropped the phone and stood in alarm, my baby was in danger. How did this happen?

What had everyone been doing that,

they hadn't noticed that she was in an accident?

"Ma'am, is anything wrong?" Zara asked me.

"My daughter was in an accident," I informed her as I started packing my bag up.

"How? What happened?" She asked, equally as alarmed as I was.

"I don't know, my mom just told me to meet her at the hospital because she had an accident" I replied.

"No details?"

"None"

"Okay do you need me to accompany you to the hospital?" she asked.

"No, that won't be necessary. Just stay here and look after things in the office," I told her.

"Are you sure ma'am?" She asked.

"Yes"

"Okay, be careful, ma'am," she advised.

"I will, Zara," I assured her as I hurried out of the office.

I entered my car and drove at full speed to the hospital. I went to the front desk.

"Hello, I am here for Rhea," I told the nurses.

"Are you Daisy?" One of them asked me.

"Yes, l am; please, where is she?" I asked them worriedly.

"May we see your ID?" they asked

I groaned inwardly out of frustration; I didn't have time to waste, so I searched inside my bag and gave them an ID.

The nurse examined it and handed it back to me.

"Your family is on the 8th floor, room 1," she told me.

"Thank you," I told her.

I went to the elevator and pressed the button to the top floor. When I got there, I rushed to room one and met Mom in front of the room.

"What happened, Mom? Where is Rhea?" I asked.

"The doctors are working on her and told me to wait out here so I don't get in the way of their work," she told me.

"Is she okay, Mom?" I asked.

"I don't know yet, sweetie, but we have to be patient and wait for the doctor," she told me.

"Okay, mom. But what happened? How did she get into an accident?" I asked my mom.

It was a puzzling matter; the house was fully guarded, and she was supposed to have a nanny watching over her.

"She hacked into the security network, distracted the guards, and then sneaked out. One of the guards saw her, and while trying to catch her, she crossed the road, and a vehicle hit her," my mom explained.

"What? Where was her nanny when this happened? How did she manage to distract an estate full of security guards?" I asked.

Before my mom could answer, my dad showed up.

"Have the doctors said anything yet?" he asked anxiously.

My dad, who looked stern and composed all the time, was looking very panicked.

"Have the doctors said anything yet?" he asked, his eyes darting around the hallway.

"No, they haven't. We are still waiting" my mom replied.

I noticed the blood stain on my dad's shirt.

"Dad! Your shirt! Were you hurt?" I asked him.

"No darling, it's not my blood; it's Rhea's," he replied.

"What! Was she that badly hurt?" I asked, a new wave of worry washing upon me.

My father seemed to have realised the consequence of his reply.

"Oh no! My love, don't worry too much; everything will be fine; she wasn't badly hurt," he tried to console me as he took me in his arms and rocked me back and forth.

"Were you able to get any?" my mom asked Dad.

"No, but my people are still searching,"

I shifted out of his arms and looked between them confused.

"What is any? What are your people looking for?" I asked my dad, I already had a dreadful premonition about his answer.

My dad sighed, "It's blood," he replied.

"Blood? What do you need blood for?"

"Rhea needs blood, and the hospital doesn't have Rhea's blood type," my father revealed.

My heart sank to my stomach. This wasn't a good development at all

Then the doctor came out.

"We have stabilised her a little; you may come in," he told us.

We entered the room and I rushed to the bed. Rhea looked so frail and weak lying on the bed.

"Have you been able to get the blood?" the doctor in charge asked.

"Not yet, we are still working on it," my father told him.

"We need the blood urgently; she won't survive if she doesn't get the blood soon," the doctor urged.

"Please, doctor, do what you can to save my daughter," I pleaded with the doctor.

"Are you her mother?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, I am," I replied.

"Why don't you undergo a test to see if you are of the same blood type as her so you can donate"

I shook my head. "There is no need, doctor; I have already been tested, and I know my daughter and I do not have the same blood group" I told the doctor.

I had always made sure that our personal hospital back abroad always had their blood available.

Although they were twins. The doctors had strictly advised against any of them donating for the other until they were older.

"Then she must have taken after her father? Is he available so we can test him?" The doctor's words pulled me out of my thoughts. I swallowed a painful lump in my throat. "He isn't available," I said firmly.

"Okay, do make sure you get the blood soon, her survival depends on it"

"We will, doctor," my father interjected.

The doctors left the room, my father also left to make more phone calls. My mom settled down on the couch in the room while I sat down next to my daughter.

I held her tiny hands in mine. I hated this feeling, this feeling of helplessness.

Rhea has the same blood group as her father. AB - negative.

It was a very rare blood group. It would be very hard for my father to get it even with all his connections.

I turn to face my mother.

"Mom, it's going to be hard for Dad to get the blood. It's rare" I told her.

"Don't worry, your father would get it no matter how rare it is"

"But time is ticking for Rhea; what if I call Declan so he can donate some blood?" I suggested.

"No, absolutely not! You are not calling that jerk" she objected to my suggestion.