Chapter 742
When His Eyes Opened
Wesley, who was standing next to Shea, interjected and said, "Is a pint all they need?"
Chad frowned and said bitterly, "Itâs 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. Weâre still over half a pint short."
Sheaâs 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?"
"Thatâs right, but it wonât 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 55â¦"
Shea grabbed Wesleyâs 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 donât need to worry about this.
Itâs already dark outside. If thereâs any information on a source, weâll 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 youâre crying, Elliot." Her voice was calm and low.
"Itâs 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 pre-op check-up, but he had also once brought it up to Avery. He
said that Sheaâs 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.
"Shea has the same blood type as Robert, right?" Avery said softly.
"You said you couldnât protect anyone because you want to let Shea donate her blood to Robert, but
canât bring yourself to do it, right?"
She guessed everything that was on his mind correctly.
Elliot forgot about asking her how she knew Sheaâs blood type, because he was more concerned with
choice right now.
"Donât cry, Elliot," Avery choked as tears escaped the corner of her eyes. "Even if we canât save Robert,
I would never ask Shea to donate her blood. Thereâs no guarantee that Robert would survive even if we
had that blood, but we know for sure that something bad would happen if Shea donated her blood. We
canât possibly exchange a life for a life."
Once they were out of the hospital, Shea told Wesley what she was thinking.
"Take my blood, Wesley! They just need a little over half a pint to save Robert now," she said with
raised brows eyes filled with joy.
"If I could save Robert, Iâd be so happy." Wesley released his arm from her grip.
His expression was cold and his voice was stern as he snapped, "Do you know what youâre talking
about right now? You canât donate blood again! Even a regular person needs a downtime of six
months!"
"Robert will die if I donât give him my blood."
Then, Shea said cheerfully, "You just need to take my blood and give it to Robert. Itâs not like Iâll die."
"How do you know you wonât die?" Wesley retorted.
"What if you do?"
Shea blinked, pondered the question for a moment, then said, "As long as I can save Robert, itâs fine
even if I die."
She thought of her brotherâs sobbing face and felt a stabbing pain in her heart.
Elliot was miserable because of Robertâs illness. He would be in more pain if Robert died.
Wesleyâs eyes filled with tears at the sound of her answer.
"If I was the one who was sick, and my brother could save me, I know he would." Shea grabbed his
arm once again and said, "He was always protecting me, but I havenât been able to do anything for
him. Now that I have a chance to help, I wonât be scared even if I die."
"Go see your brother! I wonât draw your blood," Wesley refused.