Chris K, Samindi
Samindi:
"No, never. I, uh, I got no idea either."
"Yeah," Sid mutters, looking down at the ground grimly. "I didn't think so."
After a second, she looks up at Samindi. "So...did you get medicine from, like - from Callie's grandma? Do you know where her medicine is?"
Chris K does not need to insist on Rose drinking. Though weak and listless, she is eager to take the bottle and drains it almost without pausing for breath. Thirst is a symptom of blood loss, though Chris K doesn't need the confirmation. Vivian is almost as thirsty, but Eric doesn't ask for anything. He only stares at the floor, seemingly lost in thought.
Sid retires to the bedroom where she found the blood transfusion equipment, skimming through whatever books or documents she can find with agitated but focused energy. After about an hour she emerges with some new equipment in her arms, which she brings to the kitchen - neighbouring the living room, where Vivian watches Eric, and the dining room, where Rose lies - and spreads across the countertop.
"You know how blood types work?" she asks, but continues without waiting for an answer. "The antibodies in your blood - the things that check for, like, viruses and bacteria and stuff - will attack blood of a different type like it's an infection. That means it'll kill the blood in your transfusion and give you, like, a crazy allergic reaction, and that's bad. We don't want that. The blood types are R-H, uhhh, actually, forget it, it doesn't matter. Some blood types are 'safe' to donate to others, but that's only because they can separate out the red blood cells - which we need - and everything else, including the antibodies. We can't do that, so any blood we give to Rose has to be
exactly the same, because even if her antibodies don't attack
our blood,
our antibodies will attack
hers. Get it?
"Rose has O-positive blood, which is the most common one. That's good!" She holds up some small tubes. "These are testing kits. We put our blood in them and see if it clots up. If it doesn't, it's whatever's written on the kit."
She holds up a thin syringe. "Who wants to go first?"