Audrey regretted her words as soon as Mrs. Larabee’s face turned hot like a volcano that was about to erupt.


    ‘One of a kind my foot! My daughter is in this shape because he needed blood and you sucked from her. He should at leaste to see her’.


    Audrey raised the Michael’s letter, ‘He wrote a letter ma’am’.


    Mrs. Larabee took the letter and tore it to pieces. ‘If they’re such a spec that he cant see my daughter, then they should stay away from my family all the same.


    Will still be expecting the mary assistance from him. My family will try its best to keep this secret to ourselves but it shouldn’t repeat itself.’ Mrs. Larabee stomped off.


    Audrey nodded and bowed. This was what happened when a hospital runs out of blood and a nurse runs in search for one.


    (Few dayster)


    ‘C’mon udia, you need to rest’ her mother pleaded. Still her twelve year-old preferred to watch a documentary on robots all day long.


    She had been falling in and out of consciousness. Mrs. Larabee was just wondering how much blood did they crazy nurse suck from her baby?


    Mrs. Larabee didn’t want to ept it but she was scared her baby would die. ra wasn’t helping by nagging about doing udia’s chores along with hers. It wasn’t like she did hers before. udia did them all.


    Also, all of a sudden udia had this determination to live her best. She ignored ra’s nagging andins and focused in her recovery. A change for the better. Mrs. Larabee thought.


    As the mother came downstairs from udia’s room, she met her husband with a letter and two teddy bears. ‘From?’ she asked. Mr. Larabee grinned ‘Mr. Louis, the patient’s father. It was addressed to udia. Though he called we little angel’.


    Immediately udia was called to see the letter, she grabbed it and ran upstairs to read it alone. Michael was actually the one who had written.


    Since his other letter didn’t get to her, he made another one with his father’s name. So that perhaps Mrs. Larabee could be more polite with it. It read:


    ‘Dear Little Angel,


    Thanks for your nickname and I hope you like the one I made for you. I am appreciative of you helping me by your donation. Though I’ll prefer you don’t do dangerous things like that again. You’re a minor and your health could be endanger.


    I’ll hold until life, see where it takes me.


    Take care of yourself and thanks again.


    Yours sincerely,


    Frenchie.’


    udia smiled. She had sessfully saved a soul from suicide.


    But why did he say not to do dangerous things like donating blood as a minor?


    She didn’t want to, didn’t he know?


    She was forced to by ra and the nurse.


    But she didn’t write any of that in her replying letter. She just wrote she was d she made an impact and that her name was ‘udia’.


    Hopping downstairs to deliver her letter. She saw the two teddy bears; a pink and a ck one.


    She was a response twelve year old. Teddies didn’t excite her but this was different. It was a gift for being a life saver, she had to keep it. Especially, the pink one that looked specially pretty.


    Just then udia snatched the pink teddy bear from the table and began running upstairs. ‘You, wait’ udia shouted as she followed her sister. Their parents follows them with the ck one.


    ra was slow and udia jumped in her, ‘You thief, why.. why are you!’ she was gasping for breath. She had used up her strength in the short chase.


    ‘But you hate teddies. I will have the pink one’ ra ordered. Mrs. Larabee runs to udia, ‘ra, that wasn’t very nice of you. Apologize to your sister’.


    ‘But she hates dolls. And she should be ying with her robots and nonsense. I want the pink one’


    ‘But it’s mine, and I want the pink one too!’ udia interrupted with all her strength.


    She wasn’t ready to let go. It would be sheer wrong if ra won this case.


    But ra did.


    ‘Dear, forget about the doll. Let your younger sister have it’ her father said to her. He always supported ra.


    ‘You don’t like dolls anyway, this one isn’t any special. Just ignore ra okay?’ her mother added. udia peered into her mother’s eyes. Why wouldn’t she tell ra to let go? Why must she always let go?


    ‘Yes, good’ ra yelped and went into her room. Mr. Larabee drops the ck doll besides udia, and left to have ‘Barbie and Ken’ time with ra as she had a new doll.


    udia eyes watered as her father left. He was always fond of ra. No one was fond of her. Her grandma was thest person to be.


    ‘Oh, yes’ Mr. Larabee came out of ra’s room fondling the pink doll. ‘The boy asked for your picture, you don’t like pictures so please let your mom take a pic of you’ he said.N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    The tear fell off. ‘I don’t like pictures. Let me be, Dad’ she stood up and left, the ck doll in her hands. She threw the letter away on her way.


    Mrs. Larabee frowns out her husband. ‘Why are you with that doll? You know it will displease her? Now which picture would we give.’


    The father shrugged and said ‘I will just give ra’s’.


    The picture if ra was sent to Michael’s ward along with a short note from Mr. Larabee.


    Michael opened the letter with enthusiasm hoping to see a reply from his donor. But was disappointed to see signed Mr. Larabee.


    His letter was simple, ‘Thanks for the gifts. The girl in the picture is ra’.


    Michael kept staring at the girl in the picture. She was ying with dolls at a garden. He smiled, she would have really loved his gifts then.


    She had a cheerful expression and he felt sad for causing trouble that led her to donating blood for him. He wasn’t d he had hurt her.


    All his life, people did things for him because of his father’s money. This was the first instance of someone helping him without being paid anything upfront.