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Dr. Franks goes around the room, asking each of the others the same question. Of all the things we've learned we have in common, blood type is not something we'd considered. But sure enough, Lukas, Micah, and Luis all confirm that they are O-negative as well. Six isn't actually sure, but Lukas remembers from her medical charts she is also type O-negative.
“It stood out because it's the same as mine,” he says.
One look at Bennet's chart confirms what we'd already guessed about his blood type as well.
“Given that you all have the same blood type, I don't see what the harm could be in introducing Six's plasma to Bennet and testing your hypothesis.” Dr. Franks closes the computer and places his hands in his pockets.
“How does this even work?” I ask.
“For our purposes, it’s actually pretty simple,” Micah explains. “We run Six’s blood through a centrifuge machine. It basically spins it super fast and separates the blood into red blood cells, platelets, and plasma. So then we extract the plasma and use it.”
I don't like the idea of doing something experimental and having it go wrong. Bennet is barely alive at this point, only here because of a slight genetic advantage. I'd at least survive if something went wrong, and they need him more than they need me.
“If Bennet is very fragile, maybe we should test it on me first.”
“It's unlikely to cause any negative side effects. The biggest risks are related to the circulatory system, but you mentioned that they gave the plasma to the other woman as injections, not as a full transfusion. So we can start small and take measurements based on pain.”
“I'm assuming we can get access to a centrifuge?” Asks Micah.
“I believe I can borrow one, yes. I think it's best we keep this to ourselves. The hospital would never condone an experiment like this and I would be concerned it could put Six in danger of exposure.”
“Well…let's do this thing.”
Lukas
To avoid getting Dr. Franks in trouble, especially at a hospital he doesn't actually work at, I suggest we order a centrifuge of our own. I have no doubts that Tony could make it happen, and likely pretty quickly. A text is all it takes.
Tony: It'll be delivered within the hour.
I hope we get to meet this man in person someday. We literally owe our lives to him.
Jackson lays back to rest for a while before the big experiment. I'm hanging out in the living room to avoid his guinea pig puns.
“Hey Lukas!” Jackson calls out the door as Micah is leaving the room. “What do you call a guinea pig with three eyes?!”
I don't even answer, just cutting my eyes at Micah with a bored look.
“What? He doesn't need me to answer, as he's proven with the last half dozen jokes.”
“A guinea piiig!” He yells, exaggerating the “i's,” before Micah shuts the door with a snort.
“Don't encourage him,” I huff, but I can't help but crack a small grin. It's not that the joke is funny, it was god-awful, but Jackson's antics never fail to amuse.
Luis comes out of one of the other bedrooms, wearing a clean but wrinkled black t-shirt with his scrub pants. Sitting on the edge of the sofa, he puts his boots on.
“He done in there?”
“We could be so lucky,” I answer. I'm pretty sure we're both feigning the grouchy attitude at Jackson's jokes. He's alive and cracking jokes, however terrible they are.
“I don't know, the one about getting paid a higher celery was almost clever.” Micah says.
“No. No, it wasn't,” Luis deadpans as he stands. “Anything else for the list?”
Luis is headed out to pick up some clothes and snacks for us. He's also picking up Chinese food on his way back. However fancy this hospital hotel is, it still serves hospital food.
I'm surprised when Six picks up her shoes and starts putting them on also. “Are you going with him?”
Luis shuts that down immediately. “Nope. Not happening.”
