(The room erupted.
Family members rising.
Doctors frowning.
Nurses reaching for phones…)
“Young lady—” the lead doctor started.
“Test it,” she said.
She rolled up her sleeve.
Held out her arm.
The doctor looked at it.
At the thin scar running along the inside.
Old.
The kind that comes from giving blood.
Many times.
“How many times have you donated?” the doctor said.
“Enough to know it matches,” she said.
