Chapter 884 Charles Becomes a Vegetative State
The nurse clutched the report, looking all freaked out. "The patient’s bleeding like crazy and needs a blood transfusion ASAP. We’re out of AB blood in the bank, and a bunch of patients here today have AB blood type. Got any ideas on where to get some?"
Without missing a beat, Stella shoved Randy forward. "They’re twins, so they’ve gotta have the same blood type. Use his blood; it’s like a walking blood bank! Take as much as you need."
Randy was totally caught off guard.
The nurse shot Randy a serious look.
If she didn’t know Charles was being worked on in the ER, she’d think he was just fine!
Hannah, in a panic, chimed in, "Yeah, Stella’s right. They’re twins, so their blood type’s gotta match."
Before the nurse could say anything, Randy cut in, "Direct relatives can’t donate blood! Everyone knows that."
His mom was one of the top docs in the world, after all.
Even though he wasn’t in the medical field, he picked up some basics just from being around it.
Stella looked puzzled. "Why not?"
The nurse explained, "Blood transfusions between direct relatives can trigger a bunch of immune diseases, including the super dangerous TA-GVHD, and are more likely to cause rejection issues."
Stella kinda got it.
Hannah, though, was more worried about something else. "So what now? We’re running out of time. Where can we get blood?"
Randy made a quick call. "Hannah, I heard from Stella you’re Charles’s secretary now. You should be able to reach his assistant! Get the assistant to find someone with AB blood type from the company. We’ll pay them whatever they want."
The Langley family never had a money problem.
Whatever the other side asked for, they could cover it.
His words lit a bulb in Hannah’s head, and she immediately called Wyatt.
Wyatt didn’t expect that after over a month of not seeing Charles, the next time would be with him lying in the ER, needing a blood transfusion.
"Got it! I’m on it!" Wyatt replied.
After hanging up, Wyatt used his authority to pull up all the employee records.
Luckily, IntelliMerge Technologies had about 20,000 employees at HQ alone.
Wyatt, being Charles’s special assistant, was a computer whiz. He quickly filtered out employees with AB blood type, gathered them, and after screening for age, allergies, genetic history, and diseases, he picked five people. He personally drove the company’s car to the hospital.
On the way, he filled them in on the situation.
As for the compensation, he mentioned a cool million dollars.
A million bucks was a huge deal for these employees.
Plus, donating blood wasn’t harmful, so any smart person would agree.
Sure enough, when they heard they’d get a million bucks for donating blood to Charles, they all agreed without a second thought.
After getting to the hospital, they got their blood tested and then drew the blood.
Finally, the blood made it to the ER in time.
Worried Charles might need more blood, Wyatt didn’t let them leave and had them wait by the ER door.
Once the blood bags were sent into the ER, Randy finally had a moment to call Martin.
He didn’t dare call his mom, scared she’d freak out.
As soon as the call connected, Randy blurted, "Charles was in a car accident and is now in the ER at Cleveland Clinic! I don’t dare tell Patricia; she might not handle it well."
Martin got super worried. "How is he? Is it bad?"
Randy nodded, then realized Martin couldn’t see him, and said, "He’s bleeding a lot. We just sent in a bunch of blood! He’s still in the ER, so we don’t know his condition yet."
Martin didn’t waste any time with questions. "Got it! We’re on our way!"
"Cool! Call me when you get here." Randy slipped his phone back into his pocket.
Unlike Stella and Hannah, who were freaking out, Randy kept his cool.
The five employees who came to donate blood couldn’t help but stare at Randy.
Not because of anything else, but because he looked exactly like Charles.
They had no idea Charles had a twin brother.
Same height, same face, even the voice was a match, just different tone and hairstyle.
Stella held onto the trembling Hannah, worried she might pass out from the shock.
After Randy ended the call, Stella couldn’t help but ask, "Are Patricia and Martin coming?"
Randy nodded, "Yeah, Martin said they’re on their way."
Stella didn’t say anything more.
The hospital was a madhouse, with people rushing around, patients groaning, family members crying, and doctors and nurses hustling.
But it was like they couldn’t hear any of it.
It felt like everything around them was frozen in silence.
No one spoke; they just waited by the ER door for news.
Time dragged on painfully.
Hannah had never felt time move so slowly.
Every minute felt like an eternity.
After what felt like forever, the OR door swung open again.
This time, it wasn’t a nurse but the surgeon who was working on Charles.
Hannah rushed over, almost grabbing the doctor’s arm but stopping herself. "How’s Charles? Is he okay?"
He has to be okay! He will be okay.
Hannah kept telling herself that.
The doctor looked serious and said, "The blood bags arrived just in time. He’s out of immediate danger."
He paused, looking troubled. "But his injuries are really bad. The next three days are critical. If he makes it through, he’ll be out of danger."
He paused again, struggling with his words. "But even if he makes it, we can’t guarantee he’ll wake up."
Hearing this, Hannah felt dizzy, her legs gave out, and she collapsed.
Randy’s face darkened. "What do you mean by that?"
The doctor had to be honest. "I mean, he might end up in a coma, with only a ten percent chance of waking up."
As his words sank in, Hannah couldn’t hold on and fainted.
"Hannah, Hannah," Stella cried, squatting down to hold her tightly.
The doctor called a nurse to get Hannah onto a bed and into the ER.
Stella wanted to follow but was stopped by the nurse.
From the moment she heard about Charles’s accident, she had been holding back her tears, trying to stay strong for Hannah.
But now, her resolve crumbled.
Tears streamed down her face.
Stella pleaded, "Let me in. I’m worried about Charles and Hannah. How did it come to this? Why?"
Everything was fine just yesterday.
How did it all go so wrong overnight? Why?
Randy pulled her into his arms, pressing her face against his chest, gently patting her back.
His eyes were filled with pain.
He felt awful and wanted to cry too.
But he knew he couldn’t.
Everything was a mess, and he had to keep it together.
"Doctor, please take care of my brother’s girlfriend first!"
The doctor nodded, "We’ll do our best! We’ll move Charles to the ICU for observation. If he makes it through these three days, his life will be saved. Whether he wakes up, that’s up to fate."
Randy’s eyes turned red, holding back tears, his voice trembling. "We understand. Thank you."
The doctor nodded and went back to the ER to take care of Hannah.
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