The donor was nervous when I started the pump. Note: increase sedation next time.
First signs of distress: muttering, grogginess. I asked what he was seeing, but the audiograph machine didn’t pick up his answers. I should hire an assistant; I can’t ask questions, monitor the blood pump and take notes all at once.
At some point, he began repeating my name, “Jacobi, Jacobi…” Was he begging for his life, or was he having a vision about me? Unfortunately, I’ll never know.
I remember him mentioning a certain “Teresia”, something about whales, and a shack in the mountain.