Inside the room, the doctor, who was a middle-aged man with glasses and a stethoscope around his neck, wiped his brow and stood up from beside the old man, who was now lying on a makeshift stretcher. He sighed heavily, the sound cutting through the tension.
"Alright, he's stable for now," he said, taking the stethoscope from his neck. "But he needs blood since he has already lost too much from the internal issue. His type is rare: AB negative. Is there a family member here who can donate? A child or perhaps... A grandchild?"
Bianca and Sofia suddenly found the floor very interesting. Bianca shifted her weight, pretending to check her nails.
"Uh, where's Mom? Isn't she home yet?"
Sofia shook her head quickly.
"No, she left for that event with her friends this morning. Remember? The charity thing."
Bianca nodded vigorously. "Yeah, exactly. She's not here. What about Aunt Clara? Or Cousin Mike? Shouldn't we call them to help grandpa?"
