The ambulance was to arrive around midnight to take the four of us -- Mom, myself, and both the nurse and the doctor from the Royal Air Force Medical Corps (my escorts for the commercial flight to Seattle) -- to Heathrow. Although it wouldn't take us nearly that long to get to London in the middle of the night, it would allow us to miss rush hour traffic completely, arriving hours before our flight.
Along the way, I would finally be receiving a blood transfusion. I'd lost so much blood over the course of a few days -- either through my urine, my gums, or stupid, senseless thrashing around in my sleep -- that a few pints of liquid refreshment. A new, steady drip to be enjoyed while I slept on the ride down, replaced with fresh blood, periodically, by one of my travel companions.
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