The ER doors flew open. Carlos couldn't care less about anything else as he rushed forward. "How's Fiona?"
"The patient had a miscarriage but didn't rest properly afterward. Then she suffered emotional trauma. Now her uterus is hemorrhaging severely. We're short on blood. We need donors now!"
"Take mine!" he blurted.
"She needs RH-negative."
Carlos froze like he'd been struck by lightning. RH-negative... he wasn't.
It was a rare blood type. Immediate family had the best odds. Luckily, Debbie and her parents were there. He remembered-James had RH-negative blood. Last time Fiona needed a transfusion, he was the one who donated.
A glimmer of hope surged in his chest, only to be crushed a second later.
"I'm not giving her my blood!" James snapped, pointing toward the ER.
