She could only watch in sorrow as the blonde thirteen-year-old grew paler, and weaker. The cancer had progressed too far for hope of removal. The only way Quatre would survive is if a person with the same blood as he would donate bone marrow. That was the absolute last hope.
With the formal coming up, Quatre was getting more and more stressed out. The food had to be donated, cards had to be made, they layout had to be done-you figure the rest out. He knew he wasn't going to live long, but at least he could enjoy himself for one night-one last night of fun with his friends, perhaps.
He had even made a will for himself. He was that hopeless.
None of his sisters had the same blood type as he did, for they were all born of different mothers. His father couldn't help him either. Iria turned to his friends. Duo gladly let the blonde's sister test his blood-type A. Quatre had type OB. It didn't match.
Wufei, Catherine, Heero, Hilde, Dorothy, even Nanashi also took the blood test. None of them worked. Nanashi's was the closest-type O. It was said that a person who had type-O blood could donate to anyone. (A/N: I made this part up. It's not true.) Wrong. OB is a type of genetic blood. It wasn't very common in natural-born people, nor was it easily found among test-tube babies.
Iria turned to Trowa. He nodded, and he too, went in to get his blood checked. Iria prayed to Allah as she plunged the needle into his strong arm that it would be a match. Quatre meant more to her than anything in the world. When she pulled out the needle, she ran it under the radioactive blue light. It was...
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This is getting really annoying, isn't it.
And all you people thought that this would be a really long chapter.
I'm sorrie.
It was a match.
Iria jumped with joy and hugged the bewildered boy that sat silently on the table. She immediately called his parents. Mrs. Barton answered the phone.