My sister gets into an accident and needs an emergency blood transfusion when I'm six months pregnant. After a round of tests, my blood is the only suitable one.
I'm exhausted and too skinny after being tormented by morning sickness. I have to say no. However, my family forces me to do it.
I have no strength to resist; I can only beg my husband for help. To my devastation, he stands by and watches me coldly. "It's fine for you to donate some blood since you're so healthy. Queenie isn't the same as you—she has a bright future ahead, so we can't let anything affect that."
I pass out after the blood donation. The first thing I do when I wake up is make an appointment for an abortion.
