Emily was pulled into the room by a nurse, her feet barely touching the ground as she was dragged along. She was so pale that her skin seemed almost translucent, and there was a dark stain on her skirt that made Jackson's heart stop.

However he pushed the care on his face away.

The nurse sat her down in a chair, and Jackson turned to the doctor, his voice firm. "Do it," he said. "Start the transfusion."

The doctor nodded, and turned to prepare the equipment. Emily's eyes were wide with fear, ...