~GUILIA’S POV~
“You gave him your blood?” Rocco echoed, brows furrowed.
“I noticed the match yesterday when reviewing his chart,” she said calmly.
“I ran a crossmatch panel just to confirm. And when I saw the bleeding… I had no time to think. I hooked myself up immediately.”
“And you just happened to have the same rare blood type?” I asked, incredulous.
“Yes.” She nodded.
“I have Rh-null too, and it felt wonderful finally being able to donate my blood to save a life.”
“Is that even professional?” Dante asked.
“No,” she said honestly.
“But it was necessary. And my blood’s clean — you can review my entire screening results if you have any doubts. I’m sorry, I didn’t have a choice. If I didn’t do it, he would be dead.”
“No one’s blaming you,” I cut in quickly.
“You saved his life.
