Blood Type Zero

Relatives at France

I was deep into reading the medical documents of this man-- the only other person in this world who had the same blood type as me. 

How could this have happened? I could never actually believe it when they first told me about my extraordinary, newly-found blood type. I mean, I knew I was special. But not like this! I knew I could hold my breath for a long time, had an incredible voice--and an unbelievably beautiful face to go with it!-- calculate equations really fast, sprint like a true athlete, and somehow, predict the weather. Although the weirdest one of all was that I never got sick. When all my classmates had had the fever, I was healthier than ever. When my whole family got the cold, I never even once sniffed or coughed. And when Damian had chicken pox, I didn't stay away from him and never got them. That was very odd.

But I never thought that my blood was different from anybody else's. In my records, they typed in my blood as "0". It looked like a zero, but I merely thought it was an "O". What the doctors didn't tell my parents during my medical examinations was that it actually was a zero. They had no other term for it, so it was a zero. 

My blood type was blood type Zero. 

And now, the doctors had to find an explanation for it because I was suffering Lupus-- it's a disease that involoves my immune system becoming hyperactive, therefore attacking my normal healthy tissue. And my symptoms were different from the usual. This started three months ago but I actually inherited it from my father who was also suffering Lupus. At first, the doctors thought it was an ulcer, then they dismissed it and went for it being a sever case of malar rash, but it went away and a different symptom resurfaced. It took them awhile to finally figure out that it was Systemtaic lupus erythematosus. I was vomitting blood in some occasions and my body isn't producing as much blood as it shoul, doctors couldn't find a reason for that. So my blood was getting extremely low. Iron supplements helped, but they could only do so much. I took immunosupressants to reduce the activity of my immune system, but it failed sometimes. There was usually no cure for Lupus, but the doctors said that my type could be supressed and even disappear in time. But before then, I needed someone with the same type of blood to replenish mine. Or else, I would die before this disease would even be gone.

Imagine, I never got sick with a normal cough and cold, but I had this strange sickness with no cure. How ironic.

And the doctors had come to the conclusion that my blood type was a new discovery in genetics. My parents were both O's, so how did this happen? The answer was: my dad wasn't even an O to start with. He was also a zero who was dead now because of an accident years ago. The origin of the blood type zero had never been known and would never be found out. They did multiple tests on me and had also discovered that my blood cells fought and you could say "kicked-out" all the viruses that got into my system, that was the reason why I never got sick. And also, blood type zero's genes weren't compatible with any other blood type. No wonder why my mom had attempted so many times at a child but always got a miscarriage. It was even a miracle that I was born! All my other siblings were just adopted. There goes my chance at having children with Damian.

But the big problem here was that I was about to die because my dad and I were the only ones with this blood type in the whole world. Until research had found me another donor. He lived at France, in the grandest chateaux in the country! Clearly, he was a rich man. And you couldn't just get to him through e-mail or knocking at his door. Further more, I doubt that he'd even be friendly enough to agree at donating his precious blood. I had no other chance. But I still had hope. And if ever I was anything at all, I was a fighter. 

I was sitting by Damian's desk, deeply going over Mr. Vierzon's medical documents. I especially kept on darting my eyes back to what was encoded on his blood type. It looked like an O, but sure enough it was a zero. His complete name was "Marx Vierzon", he lived at Valence, France and was fifty-seven years old. Fifity-seven, he had lived that long so I probably had the chance to live until then as well. The one-by-one picture of his face on the upper right showed a man with a short, whitish-brown beard and a complete head of silver-brunette hair. He looked fit and young for a fifty-seven year old. After skimming the other stuff, finding out that he also never got sick in his life, I reached the last of the three pages. It was a report on Mr. Vierzon's blood, stating how it was being tested on and all the other things I already new about our blood. But the next paragraph interested me--  they said that there was a compotent in our blood that could actually lead to a breakthrough in the field of medicine. It stated that our blood had the ability to stop cancer cells and eliminate them completely. They proposed that Mr. Vierzon's blood be tested some more and injected into the body of a person whose blood was not compatible. But Mr. Vierzon had refused the experiment. The reasons for his refusal were not indicated on the paper.