(Amaia)
After a few moments, Healer TJ calls out. "Amaia? Can I come in?"
"Yes!" I keep lying down on my side when he enters carrying a glass bottle, IV catheter and tubing. The equipment is rare in our world because they are hardly made anymore, and having it is considered a luxury.
He hikes the bottle up on the IV pole and smiles down at me. "You are a lucky girl. We got a match for your blood, and now we need to quickly get it in your system. Glass bottles are not as effective at keeping blood as plastic bags used to be. But we hardly get plastic ones."
My eyes fix on the rich carmine liquid in the glass bottle that now hangs on the IV stand.
"Give me your hand," Healer TJ gently asks.
I obey but pose a question of my own. "Who donated the blood?"
He holds my right hand where veins bulge out and pierces my skin with a catheter. A prick, I feel, but then just a discomfort.
