Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 521:

The doctor caught her by the arm and asked, “Why can’t you donate? Your vitals were fine just now. I heard she’s your family. Are you changing your mind?”

His words cut deep, laced with accusation.

Rachel knew she couldn’t give a proper explanation—but did she really owe one? Was she not even entitled to keep her own health matters private?

Nowhere was it written that she had to lay bare her suffering for the world to judge.

“Regardless, I can’t donate,” she said firmly, refusing to waver.

Time was slipping away, and Carol’s life hung in the balance. There was no point in arguing further. But the doctor wouldn’t let it go, pressing for an answer.

“Miss, this is your family we’re talking about. If you refuse, she might—”

Rachel refused to let him finish. She wouldn’t hear those words. “That’s enough!” she snapped. “Carol is still fighting for her life, and you’re already speaking like this? What are you trying to say—curse her? And correct me if I’m wrong, but blood donation is supposed to be voluntary. Are you forcing me now?”

The doctor, taken aback by her outburst, finally backed down. “Fine,” he muttered. “But her situation is dire. Find another donor immediately.”noveldrama

“I will.”

Just as the words left the doctor’s mouth, the door burst open. “I can donate.”

The voices were unmistakable.

Rachel turned to find Brian, Doris, and Debby standing in the doorway, side by side.

Doris’s eyes burned with resentment, while Debby’s disdain was so palpable it practically hung in the air.

Rachel had no idea how long they had been listening, but their faces made it clear that they had heard every word.

“Doctor, I’m Type A and perfectly healthy. Use mine.” Doris stepped forward immediately, sitting across from the doctor and pushing up her sleeve.

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“As long as it saves her, take as much as you want. I don’t care.” Her unwavering voice carried through the room, painting her as a picture of selflessness.

Debby sneered at Rachel and spoke with a teasing edge. “Isn’t it funny how some people love to fawn over Carol with sweet words, acting all devoted? But when she actually needs them, they suddenly have excuses. What a joke. If you ask me, Doris is the only one who genuinely cares about Carol.”

Rachel didn’t spare her a second glance. At a time like this, there was no point in wasting energy on petty arguments. The only thing that mattered was whether Carol could get the blood she needed in time.

“Then hurry up and draw it,” she urged the doctor, her tone firm but controlled.

Debby scoffed, unwilling to let it go. “Oh, look at you—won’t donate a single drop yourself, but you’re all too eager to offer up Doris’s. How ‘generous.'”

Rachel refused to take the bait. She turned back to the doctor. “If you’re not going to do it, get someone else who will. We don’t have time to waste.”

Meanwhile, Brian had already stepped up.

He rolled down his sleeve after the nurse took a vial of his blood, then gently pulled Doris away. “Take mine instead. Doris isn’t in the best health.”

The doctor nodded. “Alright.”

The blood was quickly tested, and when they confirmed it was a match, relief swept through the room.

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