The Luna Is Gone (Diana and Nathan) by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 146 

Diana’s pov 

Nathan hesitated, probably worried that my death on the sickbed would lead to a war between the two Packs. 

In any case, it’s impossible that he hesitated because he couldn’t bear to see me die. 

But whatever the reason, it couldn’t resist Avia’s few words. 

Seeing Nathan remain silent, Avia began to look uncomfortable, clutching her chest. 

“Forget it, Nathan… if this makes you feel awkward, then I can skip the blood transfusion. Although I’ll die without it, and Diana has the Alpha aura, 1500 milliliters of blood might not be a big deal for her and won’t endanger her life… but I don’t want to do something so cruel, so-” 

Avia’s words were cut off as she started coughing violently again. 

She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and covered her mouth. 

Before long, she tossed the handkerchief intentionally or unintentionally in front of Nathan. 

Above the handkerchief were tiny red bloodstains. 

Nathan’s face changed instantly, and all his hesitation vanished in an instant. 

“I’m sure,” he said coldly, his gaze piercing the male doctor, “Start the blood transfusion for Avia now!” 

I chuckled softly and muttered to myself, “As expected. 

For Nathan, as long as it was for Avia, nothing else mattered, not even the peace of the Pack. 

Perhaps hearing my laughter, Nathan looked at me. 

His Adam’s apple bobbed twice. 

I heard him say to me, “Diana, the Alpha aura on you is much stronger than Avia’s. You’ll be fine.” 

His pronunciation was heavy, as if he was trying to convince me, but it sounded more like he was convincing himself. 

I raised an eyebrow indifferently and replied to him, “Of course, I’ll be fine.” 

Hearing me say this, Nathan actually breathed a sigh of relief. 

Avia lay back on the hospital bed. 

The male doctor placed a tray of needles in front of her. 

“What does this mean? Aula Misland in confucian 

“What does this mean?” Avia blinked in confusion. 

“We respect the patient’s choice, so you can choose the needle you’ll use for the blood draw later,” the male doctor explained. 

Avia’s eves wandered. 

“Then… I’ll choose this one!” Her finger stopped on the thickest needle, which was a whopping 2.5 inches in diameter. 

I widened my eyes in surprise. 

Then I heard her say, “A thicker needle will make the blood draw faster, so Diana will feel less pain.” 

I suppose I should thank Avia for her thoughtfulness, but. 

“Diana?” The male doctor furrowed his brow. “What does this have to do with Diana? This needle is prepared for you.‘ 

“Me?” Avia suddenly widened her eyes and sat up from the bed. “How could it be me? Didn’t you just say it’s for blood draw?” 

“Yeah,” the male doctor shrugged. “To avoid putting too much blood into your body at once, which it can’t handle, leading to possible embolism, I need to draw 1000 milliliters of blood from your body first.” 

Avia was stunned. 

Watching her frightened look, 1 turned my head away and chuckled secretly. 

Why didn’t I realize Moss was such a good liar before? 

Yes, that male doctor was Moss, whom I asked to help me with this act. 

“Ma’am, please lie down properly. I’m going to draw blood for you now,” Moss said, approaching Avia with a needle in hand. 

Avia was terrified. 

Almost instinctively, she screamed and jumped off the bed. 

“Get away! Don’t touch me!” 

“Lady, don’t be afraid, as you said, the thicker the needle, the faster the blood draws, and this process will end soon.” 

“I said, back off! Don’t point such a thick needle at me!” 

Avia was terrified, running around the room and bumping into a series of equipment. 

But Moss didn’t let her off; wherever she went, Moss followed. 

“For the sake of your life, you must endure a bit. I’m experienced, I promise it won’t be too painful…” 

“No! I don’t want it! I’ll be in agony with such a thick needle! And 1000 milliliters of blood, I’ll die after it’s drawn!” 

“No, you won’t!” Moss insisted, “How can you have a blood transfusion without a blood draw? Without it, you’ll die anyway. In that case, it’s better to die sooner… oh no, I mean, you should try it, it’s your only 

chance to survive!” 

“No! I won’t!” 

“Don’t you need a blood transfusion?” Moss pressed on. 

Avia screamed in horror, her face pale, “No more transfusion, I won’t do it!” 

“You’ll die!” 

“I won’t!” 

“The doctor who diagnosed you said you’d die without the blood transfusion!” 

Avia hid behind Nathan, clutching his suit fabric in terror, shouting, “No! If I say I won’t, then I won’t! Nathan, make him go away!” 

Nathan’s face was dark, fury burning in his eyes. 

I knew my goal was achieved. 

I calmly sat up from the bed, cleared my throat. 

“That’s enough, Moss. Since Avia said she doesn’t need the transfusion, let’s not force her.” I said. 

Moss paused, took off his mask, and stood aside expressionlessly, eyes filled with mockery and disdain. Avia realized she had been tricked and exploded in anger. 

“Diana, you did this on purpose! You’re playing me!” 

I innocently blinked. 

“Why would you say that? I’m lying here, ready to donate blood as you requested. If you don’t want it, what can I do?” 

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Avia choked. 

She knew she was wrong, but unwilling to let me go, she sought help from Nathan with pleading eyes, 

“Nathan, I think Diana doesn’t want to donate blood to me, so she teamed up with this guy to deceive me! I’ve never heard of needing to draw a patient’s blood before donating blood!” 

I smirked. 

“Frankly, I’ve never heard of someone claiming to be near death one second, then running around the next, shouting and screaming energetically.” 

Avia paled instantly. 

“What… what do you mean? Are you saying I’m faking illness?“! 

I shrugged, smirked ironically, and remained silent instead of answering. 

Nathan’s expression grew even more menacing; he turned to Avia, asking coldly, “Are you faking illness?” 

“No! I’m not! Nathan, don’t listen to Diana’s nonsense. She’s just jealous that you like me, so she’s traming me. How could I fake illness? I was just scared, how could that doctor use such a thick needle…” 

At this point, Avia still hoped to deflect blame, forgetting entirely that she had chosen the needle herself. 

“It’s chicken blood.” 

Just as Avia was frantically explaining, Moss’s cold voice interrupted her. 

Avia shuddered, looking at Moss in shock. 

At that moment, Moss’s left hand held the blood–stained handkerchief she had just thrown away. 

Chapter 147