“That’s not good enough. Her hands are freezing—it’s a sign of severe blood loss.” As Terence had said that, he had swiftly grabbed the syringe from Halle’s hand and drew his own blood, ignoring her protests.
However, as the needle was still in his arm, his body had given out. Yet before losing consciousness completely, he mumbled, “We’re both type A. She can use my blood.” After that, he collapsed onto the floor, unconscious, but his hand never let go of Halle’s arm.
For the first time, the calm and composed Terence revealed a fragile side, his face etched with worry and vulnerability.
They were a perfect match—in dreams, in their hometowns, and even in blood type.
With that thought in mind, Halle’s fists clenched tightly, her pale knuckles and the crescent-shaped indentations on her palms betraying her inner turmoil.
Third Person's POV
Halle pulled her gaze away from Terence and gave a faint laugh. “He agreed. In fact, he can’t wait for me to leave. Just sign off on the transfer, Captain Howell.”