"We will need a pint of blood," Randy said.
Vicky looked at him like he didn't know what he was saying. She turned to the doctor and asked. "How much?"
The doctor glanced at Randy who smiled at him. "A- a pint" he answered.
What they needed shouldn't be up to a pint, but it seems he has to draw a pint from her.
Vicky's gaze rested on the monitors. Seeing the little organisms that had filled the monitor, "Go on" Vicky approved.
Randy nodded at the doctor who immediately took Vicky to another bed to lie down.
Once Vicky was lying down, the doctor cleaned a spot on her wrist. The doctor couldn't believe he was holding the Monarch's hand and was also about to draw her blood. All of a sudden his hands started to shake as nervousness kicked in.
Seeing his hands shaking, Randy grew annoyed. "Has your hands turned leaves too? Are you affected by the waves from the sea? Is the building shaking? Are you sick?..."
