DECLAN POV
When we got to the hospital, I parked the car hurriedly.
I carried the boy gently and held Rhea with my other hand.
The nurses were already coming to us with a stretcher.
He was put on the stretcher and taken to a room, and I and Rhea waited outside.
The doctors also checked her and treated the bruises she had. They also made sure she didn't have a concussion.
"Uncle Declan, will Rigel be okay?" Daisy asked.
"Yes, the doctors are working on him, he will be fine," I assured her. I hoped that I was right and I wasn't lying to her.
One of the doctors working on Rigel came to meet us.
"He needs blood," he informed me.
"OK, I can pay for it, where do I pay?" I asked.
"Calm down, sir; the thing is that we do not have his blood type; it's very rare."
"What is his blood typ
