Phenix was bubbling over with excitement as she shared their future plans. Their Australian home was all set up, and her godfather had even gifted them a vineyard as their livelihood for the latter part of their lives. Sean had finally hung up his boots as a mercenary, and she had left behind the glitter and neon of Eden Nights, the nightclub where they first met. After a roller-coaster ride of ups and downs, they were finally able to be together. No one could have predicted the outcome.
Jared sat on a bench in the hospital corridor, his hands clasped in front of his lips, trying to maintain a facade of calm despite the worry creasing his brow deeply. Suddenly, the surgery room doors burst open, and a nurse hurried out, "Does anyone here have AB blood type? The patient is losing blood fast, and we're running low on supplies."
Without hesitation, Jared stood up, "I do. Take my blood, please. I'm his son."
The nurse glanced at him, replying, "Direct family members can't give blood due to the risk of Graft-versus-host disease. It's rare, but like rabies, it's nearly always fatal. Is there anyone here who isn't a direct relative but has AB blood type?"
Elton stepped forward, "I'm AB and not related. Take my blood."
"Alright, come with me for a quick check-up," the nurse said, leading Elton away.
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