Casper didn't care that Eliza's blood had stained his car seats. He floored the gas pedal. She was on the verge of shock.
After rushing her to the emergency room, he was still baffled by how her period suddenly became so heavy.
Faithe called him again, pressing, “Mr. Casper, when will you get here? Ms. Nova's in bad shape.”
Casper glanced at the glowing emergency room sign. His voice was low and serious, “I'll be there soon.”
He hung up and gripped his phone tightly. A doctor emerged from the emergency room, handing him a form. “The hemostatic injection didn’t work. She needs a D&C to stop the bleeding. Can you sign here as a family member?”
“Is her life in danger?” he asked, signing his name.
The doctor took the form back. “Not at the moment.”
“Alright.”
After the doctor left, Casper called Dillon, asking him to come and keep an eye on things, and then he rushed over to Nova.
When Casper arrived, Nova was already in the emergency surgery room. Doctors and nurses were bustling in and out, their faces tense.
“How is she?” he asked.
“The transplant complications caused her heart to stop. At this rate, she might even need a heart transplant,” Faithe said bluntly.
“Have they found a donor?”
Faithe hesitated, “An international agency says they have a matching heart for Ms. Nova. They can provide it, but it'll cost a lot.”
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