I’ve spent the last three
days trying to isolate whatever it is that makes you heal the way you do so I
could replicate it, but I haven’t been able to.” Alayna walked over to
Greco’s mother and held both of her hands. “After everything I did to you,
you’re still willing to help. I can’t tell you how much that means to me,
and how sorry I am for what I put you through.”
“What’s his blood type?” Greco
asked.
“He’s AB negative. Why?”
Greco let that little piece of information
simmer. By the looks he was receiving from both of his parents, he knew
they understood the same thing he did. “I can do it. I’m AB
negative.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
Alayna seemed overwhelmed at the outpouring of support from the very people
that had come to arrest her. “I appreciate the offer, but Gayle’s blood is
special. A transfusion from anyone else won’t help.”
“Gayle is my mother. We
have the same…ability.”
Alayna’s eyes grew wide in
astonishment. “You aren’t serious. You heal the same way Gayle does?
That’s amazing. Yes! Please, yes! God, yes.” Her tears of sadness suddenly
became tears of joy at the prospect of curing her son.
“No. Absolutely not,” his
mother said.
“Greco, you can’t do this.
You know what will happen if you do.” Asteria moved to his side.
Mirissa walked over, grabbed him
by the arm, and pulled him outside the room with the others in tow. “Greco, I
know you want to help this kid, but you can’t. Not only will it kill you, but
our secret will be out in the open. We’ll be hunted down, studied, poked
and prodded—or worse.”
“Actually,” Greco said. “That
last part I can do something about. Give me your phone, Asteria.”
Chapter
15
Mirissa sat at the end of the
couch in Alayna’s living room. Although the hospital would have been the
obvious place to do a blood transfusion, for their purposes it was far to
public. Considering the gift the doctor was being given, she was more than
happy to move the procedure to her home.
Greco was still intent on saving
this boy’s life, despite her almost constant arguing. It wasn’t that she
wanted the kid to die, but she couldn’t lose Greco. He was her friend. He
was her guardian. He’d stood by her through all of the craziness that was her
life and, despite his severe lack of social skills, had wormed his way into her
heart. She couldn’t bear the thought of him giving away his life, even if
it was to save a child.
She’d tried every tack she could
think of to talk him out of it. Logic was usually the easiest way to
convince him of anything, but this time it wasn’t working. He understood
exactly what would happen to him and stubbornly refused to change his mind.
Alayna was almost ready to begin the transfusion and Mirissa was no closer to
stopping it.
He’d just spent a private moment
with his mom and dad, presumably to say his goodbyes. They’d come back
into the room and his parents collapsed on the other end of the couch, sobbing
quietly.
“Mirissa, before I do this,
there’s something I need to tell you.” Greco was kneeling in front of her.
“Oh, there’s a whole bunch I need to tell you . Starting with what an incredibly stupid idea
this is. You can’t…” Mirissa stopped short when she saw the look in his
eyes. Something in his gaze told her that he needed this, so she nodded her agreement
and followed him out of the room.
“Mirissa, I’ve made a lot of
mistakes in my life…”
“Yah. And this is the
biggest,” Mirissa interrupted.
Greco shook his head. “I’ve
made a lot of mistakes in my life, but there’s only one that I truly regret, and
it’s been eating away at me ever since. God! I should’ve told you this a long
time ago. ”
He ran his hands through his
hair, grasping it as though he would pull it out. He took a step forward and
reached toward her, stopping himself before he caressed her cheek. Mirissa
days trying to isolate whatever it is that makes you heal the way you do so I
could replicate it, but I haven’t been able to.” Alayna walked over to
Greco’s mother and held both of her hands. “After everything I did to you,
you’re still willing to help. I can’t tell you how much that means to me,
and how sorry I am for what I put you through.”
“What’s his blood type?” Greco
asked.
“He’s AB negative. Why?”
Greco let that little piece of information
simmer. By the looks he was receiving from both of his parents, he knew
they understood the same thing he did. “I can do it. I’m AB
negative.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
Alayna seemed overwhelmed at the outpouring of support from the very people
that had come to arrest her. “I appreciate the offer, but Gayle’s blood is
special. A transfusion from anyone else won’t help.”
“Gayle is my mother. We
have the same…ability.”
Alayna’s eyes grew wide in
astonishment. “You aren’t serious. You heal the same way Gayle does?
That’s amazing. Yes! Please, yes! God, yes.” Her tears of sadness suddenly
became tears of joy at the prospect of curing her son.
“No. Absolutely not,” his
mother said.
“Greco, you can’t do this.
You know what will happen if you do.” Asteria moved to his side.
Mirissa walked over, grabbed him
by the arm, and pulled him outside the room with the others in tow. “Greco, I
know you want to help this kid, but you can’t. Not only will it kill you, but
our secret will be out in the open. We’ll be hunted down, studied, poked
and prodded—or worse.”
“Actually,” Greco said. “That
last part I can do something about. Give me your phone, Asteria.”
Chapter
15
Mirissa sat at the end of the
couch in Alayna’s living room. Although the hospital would have been the
obvious place to do a blood transfusion, for their purposes it was far to
public. Considering the gift the doctor was being given, she was more than
happy to move the procedure to her home.
Greco was still intent on saving
this boy’s life, despite her almost constant arguing. It wasn’t that she
wanted the kid to die, but she couldn’t lose Greco. He was her friend. He
was her guardian. He’d stood by her through all of the craziness that was her
life and, despite his severe lack of social skills, had wormed his way into her
heart. She couldn’t bear the thought of him giving away his life, even if
it was to save a child.
She’d tried every tack she could
think of to talk him out of it. Logic was usually the easiest way to
convince him of anything, but this time it wasn’t working. He understood
exactly what would happen to him and stubbornly refused to change his mind.
Alayna was almost ready to begin the transfusion and Mirissa was no closer to
stopping it.
He’d just spent a private moment
with his mom and dad, presumably to say his goodbyes. They’d come back
into the room and his parents collapsed on the other end of the couch, sobbing
quietly.
“Mirissa, before I do this,
there’s something I need to tell you.” Greco was kneeling in front of her.
“Oh, there’s a whole bunch I need to tell you . Starting with what an incredibly stupid idea
this is. You can’t…” Mirissa stopped short when she saw the look in his
eyes. Something in his gaze told her that he needed this, so she nodded her agreement
and followed him out of the room.
“Mirissa, I’ve made a lot of
mistakes in my life…”
“Yah. And this is the
biggest,” Mirissa interrupted.
Greco shook his head. “I’ve
made a lot of mistakes in my life, but there’s only one that I truly regret, and
it’s been eating away at me ever since. God! I should’ve told you this a long
time ago. ”
He ran his hands through his
hair, grasping it as though he would pull it out. He took a step forward and
reached toward her, stopping himself before he caressed her cheek. Mirissa
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