by Melissa Yuan-Innes
Published by Olo Books
Copyright 2011 by Melissa Yuan-Innes
Cover art copyright 2012 by Victor Habbick
From the operating table, Rosa Clarke watched the anaesthetist insert an intravenous line into her right hand. For a 15-year-old, she must have had difficult veins, because he had to poke her twice before the burgundy blood flashed back up the catheter. She didn't flinch.
Usually I don't enter the OR until the residents have prepped and draped the patient, but this one was special.
She was the youngest spontaneous donor we'd ever had, but arguably one of the smartest. I crossed to her side. "Are you sure?"
She nodded, but whispered, “My grandmother would kill me." She looked about as pale and thin as the hospital sheet she was lying on. Her heart pulsed at 99. Goosepimples rose on her arms. A stray lock of her long, wavy, cinnamon-coloured hair was the brightest thing in the OR until a nurse tucked it behind a blue hair net.