Be My Own Light

When I was two months pregnant, Julian asked me to give his childhood friend a blood transfusion. I refused because I was anemic, but his friends were all saying that I ignored the overall situation.

"Anne is lying in the operating room and you're the only one with a matching blood type. What's wrong with donating a little blood?" After saying that, several of them grabbed me and pushed me inside.

A fleeting moment of sympathy crossed Julian's eyes, but he steeled himself. "It's just a blood transfusion. Our child will be okay." I stopped struggling. A tear slid down my cheek.