To Be Torn Between Two

Chapter 19: AB Negative

"What do you mean there's nothing we can do for him?" John yelled at a nurse who was explaining the situation to him and his friends. "Are you telling me that Phil is going to die? Are you? There has to be something we can do!" The Cenation Leader slammed his fist on the desk, causing everyone around to jump frightfully. John had blown a gasket. The nurse was trying her best to calm everyone down but John wanted to help, it was just in his nature and when he found out nothing could be done to help Punk; he had gone off the deep end.

"Oh my god..." Layla choked out. "This...this can't be happening..." she stated as tears began to well up in her eyes. Cody wrapped her up in a tight embrace, gently rubbing circles on her back to comfort her. "Oh my god..." Layla began to sob into Cody's shoulder while he tried to calm her down. John, swallowing the lump in his throat looked up at the nurse and began to speak to her again.

"So..." John began, tears beginning to form in his eyes as well, "there's nothing we can do for him? Nothing at all?" John choked out the last question, his voice now becoming soft and gentle. It was as if he had given up all hope. The nurse sighed and cleared her throat before speaking once again.

"There is, but there's no guarantee it will work...Mr Brooks needs a blood transplant-"

"Then I'll give him my blood" John interrupted but the nurse shook her head, much to everyone's dismay.

"Unfortunately, Mr Brooks is AB negative, meaning..." the nurse trailed off, not wanting to be the bearer of more bad news. It was going to be hard to tell them this after everything they had already endured.

"Meaning what?" Kelly asked, her heart beating double time. It felt as if her heart was about to pop out of her chest and the nurse casually took her time to answer the question.

"It means that O, A, B or AB negative blood is needed, preferably AB negative since, Mr Brooks is most compatible. Without these bloods, Mr Brooks doesn't have much of a chance. That being said, do any of you have these blood types?" the nurse asked, looking between John, Kelly, Cody and Layla. They all shook their heads. They didn't have matching blood types with Punk. This was a catastrophe. The nurse now wore a distressed look upon her face. "I'm sorry" she stated, giving them all a sympathetic look.

"We're in a hospital!" Cody exclaimed, shock overcoming him. "Are you telling me you don't have any of these blood types stored in here?"

"Mr Brooks has a better chance with AB negative blood. His body has already rejected some of the other blood we tried to give him. He needs AB negative blood because he is most compatible with this blood type. Look I'm sorry but we'll try to get him stable in order for you to say your goodbyes."

Silence. An eerie silence fell amongst them as the nurse walked off to tend to Punk. It was Kelly who ended the silence when she dropped her phone onto the floor, shattering its screen. She couldn't call Randy to tell him that Punk had basically no chance of survival unless they found someone with AB negative blood. She found herself on the floor, endless amount of tears streaming down her face. Everything became blurred. Everything had been blocked out except for her short rugged breath that she couldn't control after the news that the nurse had just told them.

"Kelly..." John choked out, crouching down next to her. "Kelly!" he yelled trying to snap her out of it.

"John, please tell me that this isn't happening" Kelly cried, denying the fact that this was in fact reality. "John! Phil can't die!" Kelly screamed at him, not knowing what to do or say anymore. She just sat there, angrily blinking away her tears. This can't be happening! This has to be a bad dream!

Kelly thought, wishing that this wasn't reality but ill-fatedly it was.

John didn't say anything, his body feeling numb. Everything went silent again, nobody knew what to do. Moving didn't even seem possible anymore, talking was now out of the question. Anything that resembled human behaviour was gone. Sitting, in shock, was all John was capable of doing during that moment. Cody was in no state to speak, as he tried to comfort a hysterical Layla; he was in as much shock as John. Therefore, they sat, silently waiting for nothing.