At the hospital, I ran alongside the gurney, shouting her name until they pulled her into a room and shut the doors.
I couldn’t sit still. I paced the hallway, fists clenched, heart pounding out of sync. I must’ve said every prayer I knew, even the ones I’d given up on years ago.
When the doctor finally came out, his expression made my stomach drop.
“Sir?
Ethan?” he called gently. “Little Luna has a rare condition. It’s called Diamond-Blackfan anemia.
Her bone marrow isn’t producing enough red blood cells. She’ll need a stem-cell transplant.”
“Okay, we’ll do whatever we need to do!” I said, swallowing hard. “What do we need to do?”
“We look for a donor.
A close relative would be ideal.”
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