The crimson liquid moved slow and with a purpose through the clear tubing and into the bag. “How much does she need? You can take however much you think she will need,” he insistent with the nurse.<br/><br/>“There is a legal amount that we can take per visit,” she explained calmly though a small smile was on her face at the concern he showed for his sister. “We will take one pint to start and if she needs more we will take more from you,” she explained.<br/><br/>Eidhin nodded and tried to remain as calm as possible, though it was hard given all of this was his fault. Eyes cast down at the ground, he missed it when the nurse took a small vile of blood to check his type. But, he did not miss her frown of, “Hmmmm…”<br/><br/>“What? Something wrong?”<br/><br/>“No, just…odd…”<br/><br/>His heart sank and he worried that she could tell what he was, could see the evidence in his blood. “Bad odd?”<br/><br/>“No, just odd. Your blood type does not match that of your sister’s….” she said carefully and looked over the results again. “You two are twins, right?”<br/><br/>“Yes….at least that is what we were told and you know our birthdays were on the same day….”<br/><br/>“Ok, well maybe I am checking it wrong or something,” she tried to assure him and brush off the comment, though he could tell that she did not feel she had messed up. “Ok, all done.” The needle was removed, pressure was put on the wound and he was allowed to leave.<br/><br/>Out in the hall he stood with his hand on his arm, though he knew the wound had closed the moment the needle was removed. Still, he had to keep up appearances for the sake of seeming normal.  It was his scent that he noticed first and it made him tremble in fear before he even caught sight of the man he called father. Though there was still much that he needed to ask, he was not yet ready to face the man and instead left as quickly as he could without too much attention being drawn.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> He will kill me if he sees me….</span>