Harry's POV
I should've never allowed her to drive home by herself. I should not. And now it's all my fault. It's my fault that Sheila is in that operating room. I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do.
Then suddenly the door opened. A man in a white robe came. The doctor. "Ms. Carlton is not yet stable. She lost a lot of blood so we need blood donation."
"What is her blood type?" Zayn asked.
"She's type B," the doc said.
"I'm type B!" Zayn and I exclaimed.
"Then we should choose which one would be the best to donate. You two must undergo a series of tests."
After the test, the doc reported, "I'm sorry to say this but none of you is allowed to donate blood. Zayn smokes so you can't donate blood. And Harry, you're anemic. It would be unsafe for you to donate blood."
No. It's impossible. Sheila needs me.
"But is it safe for Sheila to have my blood?" I asked the doc.
"Yes. But not for you."
"Then take it. I'm ready for anything just to make sure that Sheila will be saved!" I said.
"But Harry," -Sir Paul and the other boys.
"No. I need to do this. Please let me do this," I told them.
They can't do anything more so they just agree. The doc then lead the way into the operating room. I saw Sheila. I went to her side and kiss her in the forehead, "I love you no matter what."
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A Shoulder to Lean On (1D Short Story)
FanfictionWhen Sheila and Zayn broke up, Sheila turned to her best friend Harry. Harry who is secretly in love with Sheila took the chance to express his feelings to his special friend.
