They sat outside the ICU, the cold bench beneath them barely noticeable as tension thickened the air. Every passing minute felt like an eternity for Ian. His hands were clenched, eyes fixed on the ICU door, praying for it to open. Finally, the doctor stepped out.
"Doctor!" Ian stood up immediately. "How is she? What happened to Emma?"
The doctor looked at him curiously. "You are her...?"
"I'm her brother," Ian replied quickly. "Ian Knight."
The doctor’s expression changed slightly. "Are you… the son of Alex Knight?"
Ian nodded. "Yes, doctor. Please, just tell me—how is Emma?"
The doctor took a deep breath. "Ian, your sister has suffered major blood loss. We’re running tests to check for any internal injuries. At this moment, we can't say much. She's still critical."
Ian's heart sank. But before he could say anything, the doctor added, “There’s… one more concern.”
Ian’s voice trembled. “What is it, doctor? Please, tell me everything.”
The doctor removed his glasses and sighed. “It’s her blood group. She’s O positive. Unfortunately, we’ve run out of that blood type in our stock. And because of the heavy rain, it’s taking time to arrange it from the blood bank. But since you’re her brother, I’m hoping your blood group matches—”
Ian went silent. After a pause, he said softly, “No, doctor… My blood group is different.” There was a tinge of guilt in his voice, like he had let her down.
The doctor frowned. “Are your parents available? Perhaps one of them—”
“They’re out of the country,” Ian replied, his voice almost breaking. “They left Emma in my care... and now this…”
Just then, Naina, who had been quietly listening to the conversation from a corner, stepped forward. Her voice was calm but firm.
“Doctor… my blood group is O positive. I’d like to donate.”
Both Ian and the doctor turned to look at her.
The doctor gave a small relieved smile. “That’s wonderful. Please come with me.”
Without waiting for a response, Naina walked away with the doctor, casting one last glance at Ian. He stood there—speechless. Words stuck in his throat. She was doing this for him… for Emma. And he hadn’t even said a word.
Hours passed. The anxiety in Ian’s chest grew heavier with each tick of the clock. Then, the doctor returned.
"The blood transfusion is complete," he announced. "Emma is out of danger now."
The words hit Ian like a wave of relief. His knees almost gave way, and tears streamed down his face.
“Thank you, doctor… Thank you so much… Can I see her?”
“Not yet,” the doctor said gently. “She’s still in the ICU. We’ll shift her to a room in the morning. But don’t thank me, Ian. Thank your friend. If it wasn’t for her… we might have lost Emma tonight.”
Ian’s eyes widened. “Where is she?”
The doctor told him the room number. Ian hurried down the corridor and opened the door gently. Inside, Naina was lying on the hospital bed, resting. As soon as she saw him, she tried to sit up.
“Don’t,” Ian said, rushing to her side. “Please lie down… You must be feeling weak.”
“I’m okay,” she smiled faintly.
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