"We didn't do anything! Maybe the blood loss was too much.'
"Blood loss?" Joanna's head began to ache, and she demanded, "What should we do now? Will she be okay?"
"You have to rush her to the hospital for a blood transfusion. If not… it'll be quite dangerous,"
the man in the white coat stammered. After all, she had such a big cut on her body, and it had bled profusely. In the past, all these men needed to do was cut open the body. They were never asked to sew up the injuries, so they weren't prepared for such emergencies.
"I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep now…" Taylor's voice was practically a whisper, and her hold on Joanna's hand grew weaker.
"No, Taylor, wake up! Don't fall asleep… Hold on just a little longer. I want to take you home so Quinton can meet you. He misses you very much, so don't fall asleep." Regardless of what Joanna said, Taylor eventually lost consciousness.
