“He was hit by a truck while trying to avoid a child running into the street,” she cried as she clung to me. “There was so much blood, and I do not know if he is going to make it.”
Daniel walked straight to the surgeon, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes.
“I am his father, and I need to know his condition,” he said firmly.
The surgeon sighed and explained that Tyler had lost a significant amount of blood and needed an immediate transfusion, but the hospital supply was low due to multiple emergencies.
“I am O positive, so take my blood,” Daniel said without hesitation.
“I am O positive as well, so you can take mine too,” I added quickly.
The doctor frowned and checked the chart again.
“That is strange,” he said slowly. “The patient’s blood type is B negative.”
The words hung in the air, and a cold realization began to form in my mind.
“That is not possible,” the doctor continued. “Two parents with type O blood cannot have a child with type B blood.”
I turned to Daniel, and he looked completely frozen.
Megan suddenly spoke up, her voice urgent. “I am B negative, so please take my blood.”