When I found myself hanging up the phone, a feeling of dread started to build up inside of me once again. I couldn’t believe that I needed to go ahead and find the doctor again. If I had my way, I would give Hera the transfusion by myself, but that wasn’t the way that things worked. I didn’t know how to do it, and if I tried to, I would probably cause more damage than good.
I stood there and watched Hera for a few more seconds, hoping that somehow, the view would convince me to get moving, that it would make it easier for me face the doctor again after sending her away so soon. But the longer I stared, the more apprehensive I began to become.
It wasn’t going to get any easier. That much I was sure of. I needed to get moving and make sure that I left now, so that we could get Hera the b
