She Chose the Dog

Synopsis

I sat crouched in the hallway, my hands shaking so badly I could barely hold my phone. The doors suddenly flew open. For the third time, a nurse rushed out and ran straight toward me. "Your daughter has an extremely rare blood type. The blood bank is out of compatible blood, and the last available unit was just transferred to someone by the Lane Group. "You need to find another donor immediately. If we wait any longer, she won't survive." My blood ran cold. The last unit of blood. Taken by the Lane Group. My trembling fingers dialed Sophia Lane's number. It rang three times before she hung up. I called again. Rejected. One more time. Rejected. In the end, I shoved my phone into the nurse's hands. "Please..." My voice cracked. "Maybe she'll answer yours." The nurse hesitated for a second but nodded. Without asking any questions, she dialed the number. This time, someone picked up. But it wasn't Sophia. It was Charles Miller. His voice was sleepy and annoyingly smug, as if we'd interrupted something pleasant. "Well, Michael. "Did you really think calling from a different number would work?" I snatched the phone back. "Charles." My voice shook. "Give it back. "Victoria was in a car accident. She's still in surgery, and she needs that blood to survive." The line went silent. Then Charles laughed. Like I was telling him a joke. "Michael, Sophia's at the vet with my Samoyed right now. "He just got neutered. "The little guy lost quite a bit of blood, so I had the blood sent over for him."