Elliot walked over to the intensive care unit and sat on a bench outside.

Mike sat down next to him.

"Go home and get some rest," Elliot said.

"I'm used to staying up at night. I won't be able to sleep if I went back now." Mike leaned back against the chair and scrolled through his phone. "I'm looking for sources in Bridgedale… It's not like people who have this rare blood type don't exist. Why do you think nobody's donating? Are we not offering enough money?"

"Not everyone knows their blood