C23 The Blood Type

Ethan didn't stop at the lift.

He ran past it.

Wilson was bleeding from the head. A deep cut from where he fell on the rooftop when Vanessa pulled him. Blood was soaking into Ethan's white shirt, and Wilson was going pale.

"My son! My son is bleeding! Same as his grandmother! Call MTRH Eldoret! Call my blood type! O positive! Same as his!"

The lift was too slow. Ethan took the stairs