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.