Chapter 12

• Lena lay on the bed, unmoving, a picture of porcelain fragility, while the hospital room's pristine white walls buzzed with urgency. Max stood at her side, his face furrowed with concern, his fingers tightening into a frantic hold.
• Fast strides sounded in the hallway, and afterward the specialist went into the room with a serious look all over. As he spoke, his tone was solemn: "Mr. Ms. Browne, I'm afraid Elena is in basic condition.We must do a blurd transfusion immediately.
• The situation's truth hit Max like a ton of knots in his gut. He repeated, "Blurd transfusion," in a raspy voice. He implored, "Do it, whatever it takes," his gaze never straying from Lena's pale, motionless figure.