Emily was pulled into the room by a nurse, her feet barely touching the ground as she was dragged along. She was so pale that her skin seemed almost translucent, and there was a dark stain on her skirt that made Jackson's heart stop.
However he pushed the care on his face away.
The nurse sat her down in a chair, and Jackson turned to the doctor, his voice firm. "Do it," he said. "Start the transfusion."
The doctor nodded, and turned to prepare the equipment. Emily's eyes were wide with fear, and Jackson felt a wave of guilt wash over him. But he knew there was no other choice this was the best way.
"Jackson," Emily whispered, reaching out a trembling hand to him. But before she could say anything else, Jackson exploded.
"What?!" he shouted, his eyes blazing with anger. "You have to
