Hopefully, this should tug your heart strings
A hospital is one place that stirs different emotions in people. Families often come out either relieved or scared at news given to them by doctors. Anxiety can take place as well, especially when there's no telling whether someone could live or not. Anything is possible.
Two children sat by themselves in a waiting room. One was an Easter green-haired girl, between ages eleven and twelve, who thumbed through a magazine to pass the time. The other was a boy who looked almost like the girl and had his head back, possibly sleeping. Then a secretary came through the door.
"Luna, the doctor will see you now," the secretary told her in a calm voice. The girl hopped out of her seat and began to walk out, but not before waking her brother.
"Leo, I'm going now," she told the sleeping boy. He stirred a bit before opening his eyes. The boy extended his arms and legs as if he was a cat.
"Just wake me up when you get back," Leo gently told his sister, "and Luna, you'll be just fine. Trust me." The boy jumped up and trotted to a nearby sofa, where he lied upon it and fell asleep.
Luna was patiently twiddling her thumbs while she waited for the doctor to come. Where she was waiting was not a place where a child wanted to be. The air had a faint disinfectant smell wafting around. The room was a singular light periwinkle blue color on every wall. There were charts on the wall behind her of basic human physiologies and other medical whatnot. A counter and cabinet set were to Luna's right. On the counter were a few empty vials and syringes.
"Hello, little missy," the doctor greeted her in hearty voice, "what seems to be ailing you?" He was your typical doctor that gave the appearance of many year of education: white physician's outfit with a black tie, stethoscope around his neck, and a clipboard in hand.
"Something doesn't feel right with me," Luna began to say, "I'm feeling dizzy a lot, my skin is a little pale compared to my brother's, and my eyes are a slight yellow color." As the girl told the doctor these symptoms, he scribbled them down on his clipboard.
"Is that all?" the doctor pondered aloud when he finished writing down what Luna had told him. She gave him a nod of her head to say yes. The doctor put his thumb on his chin as a sign he was in thought over what he was dealing with.
"Well, just to be sure," the doctor said, "we should administer a blood pressure test." He walked over to the counter, pulled open a drawer, and brought out a blood pressure cuff. The doctor wrapped the cuff around Luna's upper arm and began squeezing the rubber bulb a few times to gauge Luna's blood pressure.
"Based on what I'm seeing here," the doctor said, "it looks as though have a blood anemia." As the doctor gently removed the cuff, Luna looked at him confused.
"Anemia? What does that mean? Is it bad?" she asked, sounding quite worried. After all, Luna was a person who was generally healthy. This came as a shock to her.
"Well, in a summed up version," the doctor tried to answer, "you may not have enough red blood cells or enough hemoglobin in your blood. In either case, in order to solve this is to give you a blood transfusion." When the doctor mentioned the word "blood," Luna became very concerned. She had read plenty of things on people waiting for ages to get a transplant of some kind.
"Unfortunately, our facility is nearly out of blood donations," the doctor relayed to Luna, "and we don't have any in regards to your specific blood type, so you'll have to wait."
Luna made her way back to where her brother was sleeping. She silently walked up to the sofa and gently nudged him to wake up. The boy rolled over and sat up to face his sister.
"So, how did it go?" Leo quizzed Luna. The girl had a solemn look on her face, the kind that says to people "I'm really scared."
"The doctor says I'll need a blood transfusion to stop my anemia," Luna said in a quavering voice, "but I'll have to wait until some blood of my type comes in and it could be a while." Leo hugged her so he could calm her nerves.
"Then I guess we'll have to be patient 'til the good news arrives," Leo tried to assure his quietly sobbing sister. Although he didn't show it, Leo was just as scared as Luna. All they had were each other since their parents were rarely around for them. The thought of possibly losing his sister was one Leo tried to avoid in his mind.
Weeks came and went without any sign of news from the hospital. Every day was the same for Luna: waiting for that one call. She barely said a word. All Leo could do was watch. If he was old enough to donate blood in order to save his sister, he'd do it in a heartbeat, but he couldn't. Instead, Leo went about his daily routine knowing he couldn't do anything at all.
After what seemed like an eternity, it finally came. On a day shortly after the twins came home from school, the phone rang. Leo was the first to get to it.
"Hello? Yeah…..uh-huh…..really? Awesome! I'll tell her. Thank you," Leo buzzed with excitement as he hung up the phone. He hopped to Luna's room to tell her what he heard over the phone.
"Luna, I bring you good news," Leo said with excitement, "the hospital has just gotten a giant boost in blood donations, and one of them matches your blood type." When Luna heard those words, she leapt out of her room, and out the front door, straight for the hospital. Leo tried his best to keep up with her, but she was going too fast.
After the new blood was transferred inside Luna's system, she and Leo were waiting for the doctor to bring any follow-up. Luna just sat there with a relieved smile on her face.
"Well, Luna," the doctor said as he entered the room, "your body seems to be responding well to the transfusion. Barring any significant, unforeseen setback, you'll be just fine." As he turned to leave, Luna pulled on his coat to stop him.
"You can't leave without telling me whose blood I received. The least I can do is properly thank this person. You have to let me know," she pleaded to the doctor. Luna even resorted to a look she uses to melt people's hearts: she bunched her lips and made the trademark sad eyes.
"Well, I can't say no to that face," the doctor said as he pulled a slip of paper off of his clipboard and handed it to Luna, "Take this. It'll tell you what you want to know." Luna stuffed the slip into her pocket and she and Leo left the hospital.
"Well, let's see who saved your life," Leo told Luna. She pulled the slip so she and Leo could find out. To their surprise, the person who gave Luna the she needed was from the Satellite. This person was named Yusei Fudo.
This is where Part One will stop. Is it good or not? And should it have two parts, three, or more? Also, be sure to look into my "Christmas Warmth" story.