My Boyfriend’s Weekend Escape Was With My Best Friend Chapter 02
I stepped aside and listened.
After the nurse left, Jason acted like he’d just noticed I was still there.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. She fell, and I grabbed her.”
“So you two went to that event together?”
Jason avoided my eyes and licked his dry lips. He always had that nervous tic when he felt guilty.
“That’s not true. We just ran into each other.”
“You started this thing in March last year. I asked Chloe’s boyfriend, she started in March too.”
Jason stared at me, surprised. “You called her boyfriend? Don’t you respect other people’s privacy? What if he gets the wrong idea?”
So he knew exactly how it looked.
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll get the wrong idea?”
He turned over in frustration, turning his back to me.
“You’re always so paranoid. First you begged to come along, and now that you find out your best friend is there, you immediately assume something’s going on.”
“Being with you is so suffocating, you know that? We just went out to clear our heads. We didn’t want you overthinking it.”
Clear your heads behind your partners’ backs? For over a year? Every single week, without fail, 48 hours at a time?
Forty-eight hours was more time than we even spent together in a week.
I was about to say something when a nurse burst through the door.
“Your girlfriend in the ICU needs blood. Who here is Type A?”
Jason’s eyes shot straight to me. That look was raw, like a knife stabbing into my chest.
“Nurse, she’s Type A.”
The nurse reached for my hand. I didn’t move.
“You know I’m anemic. I have a clotting disorder. I can’t donate blood.”
After that car accident, I had severe trauma, massive blood loss, and an infection. It left me with this condition.
“Chloe needs blood to survive!” Jason said. “Are you just going to let her die?”
“You’re already at the hospital. If something goes wrong, they can save you. It’s not like something bad would definitely happen.”
The nurse glanced back and forth between us, unsure. “With a clotting disorder, we don’t recommend donation.”
Jason got desperate. “She bleeds a little longer than normal, but it always stops eventually. Her clotting disorder isn’t that serious.”
My heart ached with every beat as I watched him try so hard to convince the nurse.
Back when I needed blood after my accident, Chloe volunteered on the spot. I was so moved I cried. I thought she was a true friend.
But Jason stopped her. “The nurse said they’ll transfer blood from another hospital. She’s already awake. It’s okay if she gets it a little later.”
I felt bad too. I didn’t want Chloe to donate for me. So I went along with him. “Yeah, I can wait. I’ll be fine.”
Now, looking at this scene, all I could feel was the irony.
It wasn’t that I wouldn’t die. It was that no one had ever really cared whether I lived or not.