Resting by the Wrist

It was dark, black blood—a sight that sent a shiver down your spine at first glance. Jolene stood off to the side, brow furrowed, hands clenched tightly, clearly feeling extremely tense. At that moment, Frank brought the venomous snake that had bitten Lucille twice to his wrist. Without hesitation, the snake sank its fangs into his arm. Frank's face turned ashen in an instant. It was the first sign of poisoning. The venomous snake had been treated, so its poison was not very potent. Plus, the renowned doctors had already prepared Frank's body. With these precautions, this level of venom was something Frank could handle. After the snake had bitten Frank and Lucille, he extended his hand, and to Jolene's astonishment, he began performing a blood transfusion between himself and Lucille. As he watched the blood flow through the tubing, Jolene could not help but ask, "Mr. Stewart, is this going to work? But if it does, won't you be...?" If this did not work, Lucille's condition could get ev