"Look, they're back!" I heard someone from the crowd yell.
I pulled up further into my territory in the truck full of blood. All kinds of it, A , AB , AB-, 0-, 0 , all the other kinds I'm not going to go through right now, the works. I hopped out and was greeted by Aunt Brie.
"Welcome back," She nodded stiffly at me and my partners. "How'd it go?"
"Smoothly," I responded. "Though, we're running a bit low. Some may not be able to get a full portion," I stated, my eyebrows drawing together.
"Did everyone hear that?!" My aunt turned to the crowd. Not a single attempt at solving this problem or reducing the impact to be found.
Everyone nodded their heads in confirmation at their House Mistress.
She threw a grimace over her shoulder at my comment as she walked away, but didn't say anything on the matter.
"Since when do you want to go to sleep at night?" Rose, one of my partners and best friend, quirked an eyebrow at me with a small smirk.
"Since never. That's why I asked who needed it," I grinned at her while heading to the back of the truck to help distribute the blood.
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