Prompt: #174 Blood
Word count: 100
Summary: Ian prays.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100, part of A Silk Pillow ‘verse.
Foolish Hopes (#174 Blood)
Ian wasn’t squeamish about blood, even his own.
The doctor had asked for donors for Charlie. The wet weather and inevitable accidents had lowered the hospitals supplies. Don had to refuse. He’d had transfusions of his own. Ian had said yes quickly. He was type O and it took him away from Alan’s glare.
He watched the blood fill the bag, blood that would go into Charlie, run through his veins, become part of him.
Ian hadn’t prayed in years but he prayed now trying to put all the irrational hope he knew was stupid into the blood leaving him.