Wesley, who was standing next to Shea, interjected and said, "Is a pint all they need?"
Chad frowned and said bitterly, "It’s easier said than done! Even if we find someone whose blood is a match for Robert, we could get at most a little over a pint from them. Mike already found close to half a pint from someone in Bridgedale. We're still over half a pint short."
Shea's chest rose and fell rapidly after hearing his words.
"Do we just need a little over half a pint of blood to save Robert now?"
"That's right, but it won't be easy to find. Not that many people have this blood type to begin with, and the donor needs to be an
adult between the ages of 18 and 55..."
Shea grabbed Wesley's arm, then said to Chad, "Wesley and I will go look for it."
Chad was confused, then said, "Go home and get some rest, Shea. You don’t need to worry about this. It's already dark outside. If there’s any information on a source, we'll be the first to find out."
He understood that Shea wanted to help, but he was always the person who needed to be protected. If nothing goes wrong with her, then that would be the greatest help to everyone.
Shea obediently nodded her head, then dragged Wesley away without another word.
Avery was hugging Elliot as she watched Wesley and Shea leave.
"I know why you're crying, Elliot." Her voice was calm and low. "It's because of Shea, right?"
She was the one who carried out brain surgery on Shea the last two times.
Wesley was the one who handled the preop check-up, but he had also once brought it up to Avery. He said that Shea's blood type was special, and that it would be extremely dangerous if she overbled during surgery. That was why she was especially careful during the operation.
Elliot glanced at her with a pained expression on his face.
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