that.”
Silver actually chuckled. “I don’t think it’s called an ‘IV machine.’ But Jack brought a lot of first aid medical supplies with him from Chicago. He said he has what he needs to be able to get shifter blood into Drew’s veins.”
Hope glanced back at Drew. Although he still had a fever, his face was no longer flushed pink. Instead, it had turned deathly pale. Hope forced herself to swallow back the tears once again trying to force their way out of her eyes.
“Okay,” Hope said. “Let’s do this. I don’t see any other options.”
“Come on,” Silver said. “Jack and Juno are in the supply shed. Let’s go talk to them and get this done.”
Hope followed Silver out to the supply shed, a large building which Drew mostly used to store weapons. The walls were lined with several different guns, and even some fearsome looking swords. Jack had apparently been using the space as a place to store his medical supplies as well. Right now, he was sitting on the floor with Juno, going through a neatly arranged box of what appeared to be bandages. Jack and Juno both looked up as Silver and Hope entered the room.
“Hope!” Juno said, a smile breaking across her face. “I’m assuming Silver told you the news?”
Hope nodded. “She said you guys think you can save Drew.”
Jack nodded. “We’ve got everything we need here to set up an IV bag. We’ll use that to pump blood from one of us into Drew’s body. If we’re lucky, his body will accept the blood, and the white blood cells from the new blood will fight off the bear flu virus.”
Hope nodded, still trying to process everything that was going on. “Whose blood are you going to use?”
“We can use anyone’s blood,” Juno said. “Drew has type AB blood, which is the universal recipient. We know that thanks to his dog tags from his time in the military.”
“Drew was in the military?” Silver asked in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk about it.”
“Yeah, well, he hated it,” Hope said. “He doesn’t like authority figures, and there’s quite a few of them in the military.”
Jack laughed. “Yeah, I can’t see Drew being the kind of guy who would enjoy getting yelled at by drill sergeants. Luckily for us, though, he kept his dog tags. They’re hanging on the wall there by the door of the shed.”
Hope glanced to her left and saw two silver dog tags hanging from a simple nail on the wall of the shed. She reached over and held them between her fingers, reading his name and blood type aloud.
“Drew Brooks, AB positive.” It was hard to imagine him as a hotheaded eighteen year old, taking orders from angry superiors. Drew had told Hope that he’d wanted to serve his country, but had been very happy when his time in the service was up.
“Too much yelling,” he’d said. “And not enough of it done by me.”
Hope looked up at Jack again, a determined look on her face. “I want to donate to him. Use my blood.”
Jack nodded as if he’d been expecting this. “Of course. Let’s get this gear to the one room cabin so you can sit on the couch while we get your blood. We shouldn’t waste any more time. From what I understand the bear flu kills quickly, so we want to do this before it’s too late.”
Hope followed Silver, Juno, and Jack out of the shed, her heart pounding with excitement. Suddenly, the sun seemed to be shining brightly again. The crisp white snow looked cheery instead of cold. There was a chance that the love of her life was going to pull through, after all.
As Jack set her up on the couch and started searching for a vein in her arm to pull blood from, she breathed out a silent prayer.
“Please let this work, please let this work.”
She wouldn’t be able to bear the pain if it didn’t.
Chapter Eleven
Drew blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes in confusion and trying to bring the spinning room into focus. Every time he opened his eyes, he felt surprised that he was still
Silver actually chuckled. “I don’t think it’s called an ‘IV machine.’ But Jack brought a lot of first aid medical supplies with him from Chicago. He said he has what he needs to be able to get shifter blood into Drew’s veins.”
Hope glanced back at Drew. Although he still had a fever, his face was no longer flushed pink. Instead, it had turned deathly pale. Hope forced herself to swallow back the tears once again trying to force their way out of her eyes.
“Okay,” Hope said. “Let’s do this. I don’t see any other options.”
“Come on,” Silver said. “Jack and Juno are in the supply shed. Let’s go talk to them and get this done.”
Hope followed Silver out to the supply shed, a large building which Drew mostly used to store weapons. The walls were lined with several different guns, and even some fearsome looking swords. Jack had apparently been using the space as a place to store his medical supplies as well. Right now, he was sitting on the floor with Juno, going through a neatly arranged box of what appeared to be bandages. Jack and Juno both looked up as Silver and Hope entered the room.
“Hope!” Juno said, a smile breaking across her face. “I’m assuming Silver told you the news?”
Hope nodded. “She said you guys think you can save Drew.”
Jack nodded. “We’ve got everything we need here to set up an IV bag. We’ll use that to pump blood from one of us into Drew’s body. If we’re lucky, his body will accept the blood, and the white blood cells from the new blood will fight off the bear flu virus.”
Hope nodded, still trying to process everything that was going on. “Whose blood are you going to use?”
“We can use anyone’s blood,” Juno said. “Drew has type AB blood, which is the universal recipient. We know that thanks to his dog tags from his time in the military.”
“Drew was in the military?” Silver asked in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk about it.”
“Yeah, well, he hated it,” Hope said. “He doesn’t like authority figures, and there’s quite a few of them in the military.”
Jack laughed. “Yeah, I can’t see Drew being the kind of guy who would enjoy getting yelled at by drill sergeants. Luckily for us, though, he kept his dog tags. They’re hanging on the wall there by the door of the shed.”
Hope glanced to her left and saw two silver dog tags hanging from a simple nail on the wall of the shed. She reached over and held them between her fingers, reading his name and blood type aloud.
“Drew Brooks, AB positive.” It was hard to imagine him as a hotheaded eighteen year old, taking orders from angry superiors. Drew had told Hope that he’d wanted to serve his country, but had been very happy when his time in the service was up.
“Too much yelling,” he’d said. “And not enough of it done by me.”
Hope looked up at Jack again, a determined look on her face. “I want to donate to him. Use my blood.”
Jack nodded as if he’d been expecting this. “Of course. Let’s get this gear to the one room cabin so you can sit on the couch while we get your blood. We shouldn’t waste any more time. From what I understand the bear flu kills quickly, so we want to do this before it’s too late.”
Hope followed Silver, Juno, and Jack out of the shed, her heart pounding with excitement. Suddenly, the sun seemed to be shining brightly again. The crisp white snow looked cheery instead of cold. There was a chance that the love of her life was going to pull through, after all.
As Jack set her up on the couch and started searching for a vein in her arm to pull blood from, she breathed out a silent prayer.
“Please let this work, please let this work.”
She wouldn’t be able to bear the pain if it didn’t.
Chapter Eleven
Drew blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes in confusion and trying to bring the spinning room into focus. Every time he opened his eyes, he felt surprised that he was still
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