There wasn't much Ahio could do when Darius was more sensitive in taking everything Ahio needed before his eyes could blink.
Tuk.
Tuk.
Tuk.
"Sir, there is an important guest. This is an employee of Eipel Inc."
Darius chuckled. "Drive away, I don't accept guests."
"But, sir... They insisted."
Darius's favorite maid aunt was pushed to the side by a big hand. Even though it was a bad method, the expulsion was not rough, causing scratches on her body.
extra careful and calculated movements are suitable for homeowners to take into account. The almost untouchable courtesy shows how balanced the position of the two parties is.
"This is the fifth time we have come, Mr. Hanserheart." The soldier turned to look at Ahio steadily. "You are quite human. please be merciful to donate blood for Mr. Ell, miss Ahio."
Darius turned his head to the side in disgust, carefully stroking Ahio's cheek. "You definitely don't want to. We have no obligations, and we're not a charity, after all."
Ahio was still loading, her head was throbbing trying to balance between thinking and resting. In a condition of extreme fatigue and pain, there was still room left to force Ahio to think. A type of forced labor erodes life.
This happens against will, out of control, and without bothering to ask permission. Amid endless tiredness, Ahio said, "Sorry, how many bags of blood does Ell need?"
"Two bags."
A stunned Ahio was forced to sigh by Darius' interruption which was delivered with physical contact in the form of a nudge, that's a stab from a good angle.
A girl was holding her head, the pulses of large and small intensity were piercing. Had must someone to tell Ahio to somehow get treatment to improve self.
"I just woke up..." Ahio whined.
A soft whimper sent a nasty shock of electricity through Darius' nerves, muscles contracting to ward off the discomfort. Darius clicked tongue closer, turned his head, and stared as sharp as a dagger, it's out. "Listen, Ell won't die that easily. Go, my mate needs rest."
"You guys are wasting Time, not a single doctor wants to take blood from sick people." Darius' words are not over yet, that man takes the attitude of a good friend suggests positive things.
"Hah... Wait until I'm healthy. How rare is it that someone has to wait for mine's blood? What is Ell's blood type?"
"Your blood is type P." Darius gently pushed Ahio to sleep, where Darius trapped a girl half women under his big hand.
"Me too P. It's a shame, fellow Enigma primes are very risky in giving blood donations. Ell's blood molecules are difficult to mix with mine. yours is likely flexible, depending on the results of the lap. If true, it is especially useful for people with the rare blood type P."
Ahio glared. "As far as I remember mine is A type."
"No, the testing the hospital gave was wrong."
Ahio sighed, shameless, so tired with her throbbing head, this girl turned around. Black spots roll every time, Ahio looks at an object including Eipel Ink's bodyguard. "How long will Ell last?"
"Not sure yet, miss."
"Wait for me to be healthy, I promise I will help."
Ahio turned to look at Darius. 'This person must be in a desperate situation or have a bad plan to not protest my decision to agree to donate my blood for Ell. What other manipulation of circumstances did he do?'
***
Ahio met Lian's sharp eyes piercing the solar plexus. The girl came out of the health examination room that Ahio was headed to.
"She checked a Blood, to make sure she could or not be a supplier for Ell."
Ahio turned to kiss Darius's lower jaw, preening herself even though that was as far as she could reach. Height difference has always been an endless theme of complaint even in Ahio's life after reincarnation, except, Ahio got a suitable height in the new life.
"Thanks for accompanying me here, Darius. I'm afraid of needles."
Darius's tongue clicked against his white teeth, he grinned crookedly. The corners of the lips meet to create a mocking smile. With just the slightest movement, loud laughter would echo through the hospital hallway.
"Instead of your blood being wasted. I'm already anticipating just in case that you will faint shortly after donating blood. If that happens, the rare flexible P blood must be researched first before it is used. Worst case scenario no matter how blessed your blood is, they throw it away like dirty, disgusting trash."
None of Darius' opinions were wrong, all of Ahio's common sense appreciated and was grateful for Darius' concern for her, even if it was only formal regarding rare blood.
In any life, Ahio and syringes are eternal enemies. She was grateful that every time Darius played the role of a medic when a syringe pierced Ahio's skin, she always fainted.
The dimension of the mirror world is sickening enough succes make Ahio's trauma from needles even worse.
Body trembling, mouth moving down and up due to shivering wrapped in endless fear, complete with tears dripping against Ahio's will, she remained strong, was stubborn did not want to show her weak side.
This version was hidden far behind the scenes, no matter how scared it was, this matter was busy laughing at Ahio's futile efforts.
Darius's existence is very important, it has a huge impact on all of Ahio's cells, as if Ahio's bones are made from every drop of Darius' existence beside her. every time Ahio was sick, the distribution of shelter and support was squeezed tightly, effective for a fragile person like Ahio.
Darius' shoulder received the round mark, of a blunt hoof sickle.
"Ah! It hurts!"
Fluttering eyelashes covered with a veil of tears blur all objects. A Face, is pitiful and grimacing, the mismatched wrinkles wail painfully.
Ahio was busy biting her lower lip, grinding small and large teeth, gnawing at a Flesh until it turned red, sinking into a deep hole in Ahio's mouth.
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