Chapter 268 Blood Type

Alexander's voice echoed through the hall of the hospital, louder than intended. “Blood donor?” The doctor nodded solemnly. Abigail's parents, Mary and Richard, traded anxious glances as Mary asked, “Doesn't the hospital have any blood in stock?” The doctor sighed and looked genuinely regretful. “We're out of her blood type. Unfortunately, it's not a common one, and we don't have any left.” Mary's face fell, and Richard laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. They both knew their blood types didn't match Abigail's, so they couldn't help. Joan, Alexander's mother, moved forward, putting a gentle hand on Mary's arm. “I'm so sorry, Mary,” she told her. “If my blood were a match, I wouldn't hesitate for one second to donate.” Her voice was full of sympathy. Mary nodded, welling up but not spilling. “Thanks, Joan.” The two women hugged; the serious weight of the moment pressed heavily on those in the room. Alexander, standing aside, watched the tense and worried faces of Abigail's par