Do You Still Hate Me?

"What's wrong?" Ella Jackson whispered into Avery's ear, sensing something was amiss.

Though Avery had stopped crying, her shoulders still shook. She whispered back in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, saying something significant enough just for Ella to hear, stunning her momentarily.

"Are you okay?" Avery released her, her eyes brimming with a tear, looking pitifully close to falling.

Ella remained silent for a moment before she finally nodded.

...

Ella Jackson had donated blood to Avery Miller, who was deeply moved and guilt-ridden upon learning that Ella had been sustaining her with her own blood during this time. Avery was touched by the deep loyalty of her friends.

Avery held Ella's hand, hesitating repeatedly before speaking. Ella gave her a gentle smile, patted her back, and reassured her that it was nothing significant.