An hour later, he closed the incision.
“He needs a blood transfusion,” Quint said, leaning back and sitting on the wood floor.
“What?” I whispered.
He wiped his blood drenched hands on a towel. “A blood transfusion,” he repeated.
“How do we do that?” Charlotte said.
“It’ll have to be direct. Eli or I could do it. We both have O negative.” Quint looked at Jonah. “We’ll both have to do it. He’s lost so much. I don’t think one of us can donate near enough. No one else in the family can donate. We’ll each donate as much as we can,” he said, shaking his head.
“I have O negative. I’ll donate too.” I said.
“You’re sure you have that blood type?” Quint said.
“It’s the universal donor, right?” I asked.
Quint nodded.
“I’m sure,” I said.
“Thank you, Bria,” Charlotte said emotion in her voi
