บท 8: FIRST MEETING WITH YOUR FUTURE

"You… He… Damn. You just treat him and make him recover right away."

"Yes, doctor, please. You must save our boss."

Looking at the busy group of young people, all dressed in t-shirts of a similar style, the doctor in the emergency room was frightened by his shouting and demands.

"It's not that I don't want to help him. We are just a very small and poorly equipped village clinic. We don't even have a blood bank. Likewise, we are miles from the nearest city with reserves. And you just told me yourself that his blood type "It's Rh negative, a rare blood type like this…"

Sitting in room IV, Amaranta Cid heard the words "Rh negative" and couldn't help but stand up. She left the IV room and walked towards the entrance to the emergency room.

"I am Rh negative…"

At her words, everyone in the emergency room turned in unison to look at Amaranta Cid.

At that moment, Amaranta Cid did not seem very presentable. In fact, her school uniform was messy, dirty, and wrinkled, and she seemed somewhat disheveled.

With her white sneakers with red trim covered in mud, she looked unkempt and dirty, except for her eyes, which radiated life-giving energy.

Regardless of how she looked like herself, to the group of eager young people who were at the end of their wits and willpower, the woman who stood before them was like an angel of mercy, a savior for all humanity.

Looking at Amaranta Cid, the doctor asked, "Do you know about Rh negative blood?"

Amaranta Cid nodded. "Yes." Yes." Yes, I do, doctor. If you don't believe me, you can check my blood type."

"Everything will be fine."

Amaranta Cid began to enter the emergency room, and the group of young people dressed in black T-shirts silently stepped aside, simultaneously creating a path for her.

It was only at that moment that Amaranta Cid noticed the man lying on the emergency room bed.

His face expressed steely determination. And, perhaps because of the large amount of blood he had lost, his lips were very pale, without a hint of color in them.

Even so, she could notice his long body, which showed that he was a tall man, his face, although pale, was attractive.

Aware that it would be inappropriate for her to continue observing a strange man for an extended period of time, and even more so a man she found in a hospital bed, Amaranta Cid gave her a cursory glance and tore her eyes away from her. She sat on the chair.

Once a member of the "Rh negative Friendship Club", she had donated blood without compensation. Because her blood type was so rare, Amaranta Cid hoped that one day there would be someone available to donate blood to her if she ever needed a blood transfusion.

Amaranta Cid was someone who had died once before. Having died, she knew very well and better than anyone what it meant to be alive, so she wanted to treasure her blessings, help as many people as she could and save as many people as possible, she would take advantage of the opportunity she was given, not only for revenge, but now to do good, as a balance in his current life.

By being charitable and doing good, she would be rewarded by the heavens. Surely that would be a good thing!

The blood test results were generated in a short time. Amaranta had the same blood type as the injured man.

"With his small and thin body, we can only extract six hundred milliliters."

Amaranta Cid looked at the long and thin syringe in the doctor's hand and felt a little nervous. In a conciliatory tone, she asked: - "Doctor, please be gentle. I have a low threshold for pain!"

Knowing that all the girls were afraid of needles, the doctor replied: - "I'll be gentle. It will feel like a mosquito bite and won't hurt at all!"

Amaranta Cid extended her arm and turned her head to the side, not wanting to look at the needle. She made a moan of pain and closed her eyes as the needle pierced her skin.

From her bed, Izan Marsans weakly opened his eyes and looked briefly at Amaranta Cid before closing them again and losing himself in darkness and oblivion.

After transfusing a portion of the fresh blood drawn from Amaranta Cid into Izan Marsans' body, the doctor poured some glucose solution into a cup for Amaranta to drink.

"Drink this first and go rest!"

Amaranta Cid nodded and drank the glucose solution, but when she tried to stand up, she almost collapsed inside the emergency room. The young people around her quickly extended their hands to her, intending to support her.

Amaranta Cid waved her hand to keep them at bay and said: - "There is no need. I am fine. You must take care of him. This village clinic is limited in terms of the medical equipment and personnel they have to help him. I think "You should take him to the city hospital."

At that moment, Amaranta Cid was not aware that she and man's destiny had come together due to her single act of kindness, the paths of their lives were intertwining in a very close and unsuspected way, the threads of destiny were making a masterstroke without these two souls suspecting anything.

In the other room, the doctor administered emergency aid to the man's injuries and gave him another transfusion.

"His injuries are temporarily under control for now. You guys should take turns watching him. Oh. And since this young lady has donated much of her blood, you should remember to stock her with some nutritional supplements, because if it hadn't been for your voluntary decision to donate blood, our clinic would not have been able to save its team leader… That being said, you must keep in mind that our small clinic can only temporarily handle the condition of your team leader's best-equipped hospital in the city…-"Without. More dilation, a helicopter arrived for Izan Marsans, in which he was transported to one of the best hospitals in the country.

He returned to his grandmother's bed. Originally, she had intended to score an intravenous drip, but she soon fell fast asleep, since donating blood had weakened her fragile body.

The sun had already risen when Amaranta Cid woke up after a good night's sleep.

The small clinic in the small town of Deifon seemed to be unusually busy. Through the open windows, birds tweeted loudly.

When Amaranta Cid opened her eyes, she noticed the food on the simple nightstand.

There was canned food, eggs, milk, cookies, chocolate and more.

From the looks of it, she knew that they had been put there by the young people who had been there the night before.

"Wake up? Eat something first. The young people last night got these things for you. Since you donated a lot of blood last night, you must eat something nutritious to replenish nutrients. You are in a development stage. You are still growing, plus you are too thin to your age. Don't become anemic because you donated blood!

Seeing no reason to act timidly, Amaranta Cid drank a glass of milk and ate an egg, and immediately began to feel energy in her weak body.

"Doctor, can I use the phone in her office, please? I need to call my school to ask my teacher for some time off."

"Forward".

Dressed in dirty sneakers and her wrinkled school uniform, Amaranta Cid left alone to make the call.

"Mrs. Mary, is she awake?"

Looking at the grandmother, the doctor examined her and said, "You collapsed at home yesterday, and your granddaughter carried you to this clinic carrying you on her back."

Suddenly, the grandmother grabbed the doctor's hands in her wrinkled and dry hands. "Doctor. Doctor, I can't die yet!"

Amused, the doctor replied, "Mrs. Mary, you can rest assured that there is nothing seriously wrong with your health. Really. All you need is an intravenous drip for a few more days, and then you can be discharged."

Grandma had been a little worried. At her age, she had a lot of money saved. However, the money she had saved was intended to be used for Amaranta Cid's college expenses. What would she do if she got sick now?

Knowing Amaranta, she would definitely want her to receive medical treatment.

"Thank you, doctor."

Amaranta Cid returned to the living room and sat next to her grandmother. Grandmother. Grandma, I just asked the teacher for time off from school. Don't worry. When I get accepted into college, I'll take you with me…"

Grandma nodded. As she watched her granddaughter mature, she missed her own daughter even more. "She's okay, then. Grandma will wait for you, until you're ready and older."

It had been over a decade since she left, and he had had absolutely no news from or about her since then. She just wondered: where was her daughter, what had happened to her? Will she be alive, will she be okay?

No one knew if she was alive or dead.

Sigh… It was all that man's fault, what did he write to her? What did he say to her? Why could she never explain anything to him?

"Grandma, eat something, please, you have to regain your strength."

Amaranta Cid peeled a hard-boiled egg for her grandmother and gave her a cup of warm milk.

"Where did these things come from, didn't I see you come out?"

It was only then that her grandmother noticed the food piled on top of the simple nightstand.

"I sold my blood last night…" Amaranta Cid joked mischievously.

When her grandmother heard this, she got so angry that she pulled Amaranta Cid's ears until they were red.

"Silly girl. With your small body, so thin, how could you think of selling your blood? I have lived long enough, so let me die. Why did you do it?…"

"It's okay, grandma. I lied. I saved someone last night!"-She's Gently rubbing her hands.

Ears, Amaranta Cid continue: - "Grandma, don't be so cruel to this poor granddaughter of yours, I can't joke, but you didn't know this, last night a wounded man was sent here, and he was covered in blood. Since I was able to save him, I did exactly that "I did a good deed. They must have left all this food here after they left... Don't worry... I didn't sell my blood, really grandma..."

"You're already so thin. Did they take a lot of blood from you? "Unable?" Unable?" Unable to sit still, Grandma struggled, trying to get out of bed, exclaiming, "This is not good. I need to go buy an old chicken." to help you replenish your vitamins. The old grandmother was so worried about Amaranta, it is the only thing she had left, if she were to happen something to her granddaughter she would die of sadness without any remedy.

Amaranta Cid immediately pressured her grandmother to go back to bed and lie down to rest: "Grandma, you are a patient now. Why do you worry about replenishing nutrients or vitamins from someone else? From now on, you must listen to me. .. Be good and stay here for an intravenous drip. Grandma, you must recover. My wish is for you to stay healthy and live to be a hundred years old, you know I don't want to lose you, I want you by my side for many years..."

With her eyes full of tears, Grandma Mary responded: "Of course. I want to see My dear little Amaranta get married and have children of her own, a husband who will love her and treat her like a princess!"

"That's right. So grandma, you should take care of your health and stay well!"

Having completed her round of intravenous drip, Grandma returns home to Amaranta. The doctor decided that she could go home, repeatedly advising her not to overexert herself, that she was weak and he had to take care of her health.

With his back to Grandma Mary, the doctor suggested to Amaranta Cid: "Young lady, when you get home, inform your parents that they must find time to take your grandmother to the hospitals in the city or the capital for a complete medical check-up." . You understand?"

"I understand. Thank you, doctor."

When Amaranta Cid and her grandmother arrived home, the grandmother wanted to go cook lunch.

But Amaranta Cid stopped her and went alone to the kitchen. Before long, she had lunch ready for both of them.

On the square-shaped table in the small courtyard, he placed some side dishes typical of the southeastern part of the country, some pieces of dried meat, some rice, as well as bread and roast meat with steamed vegetables. "Grandma, try it." this. What do you think of my cooking?"

In the past, Grandma had always been the one who cooked three meals a day for Amaranta. Now it was Amaranta's turn to cook three meals a day for her grandmother Mary.

"Very tasty. My adorable Amaranta has grown enough, she is a good cook. Amaranta, I am fine now. You must go to your afternoon classes. Don't let anything affect your studies, I don't want you not to achieve your studies because of me! I want to go to university!