"You have to do something, doctor. Don't you have registers of people with the same blood type? You can try contacting them." Selena held the doctor's hand. "Please save her."
"We'll try our best, but you have to prepare for the worst." When she heard that, Selena plopped down onto the ground. Her worst fear had finally come to pass.
A moment later, Pierre came to the hospital, and he limped toward the blood donation center. The nurse was calling the people on the name list, but she only had so much to work with. They didn't receive patients with rare blood types that much, and even fewer were willing to register as a blood donor.
Hence, there were only about five people on the record.
"I see. You're not around, but thank you for your help." The nurse hung up again. If nobody is available, then it seems that not even god is willing to help.
"I can do it!" Pierre shuffled up to the nurse.
"What can you do?"
