An older, distinguished-looking blonde Englishman boarded the New York train. It was tiring enough being a man, but juggling being multiple species at once? It was so exhausting, it was amazing he had the energy to walk to the train, let alone stay up.
Tired, he decided to pull out a book, The Intellectual Life of the British Working Classes. British history, especially British literature history, was a favorite of his, and he could always count on the insights of his friend Jonathan to get him through a long day.
As his train was coming to a halt, however, he suddenly realized something. It appeared as though the train was coming to a complete and utter halt. Usually, train stops were perhaps a minute, maybe two minutes at most, but this was taking far, far longer than that. Curious, he looked outside to see the commotion going on.
"Why does this always happen when I'm reading the best part of a book?" asked Prof. Chase. "Here I am, reading about the popularity of Tarzan novels with the bloody working classes, and then, well...something this happens!"
As it turned out, a man outside of NYC had been assassinated, and his body was being carried out. He appeared to be dead, but by the looks of it, he had a chance to live.
"A man appears to be shot," said a spectator. "Not sure why."
"On closer inspection, he appears to have lost a lot of blood," said another man.
Curious, Dr. Chase decided to take a look at the man. He appeared to be an older man, but not much older than him, of course. However, he certainly looked old enough that if he lost any more blood, his life could be in danger. He could die.
Proceeding to take his pulse, a sudden wave of shock came over him. If he waited a minute more, he could die.
"We need to get this man an ambulance!" exclaimed the doctor in a fit of frenzy. "Is there a doctor in the house?"
Everyone else proceeded to stare at him.
"I said: Is there a doctor in the house?" he asked.
Dead silence.
"Fine, I'll call a bloody ambulance," he said, flicking out his phone.
"Hello, 911? Yes, I'm quite adept to calling ambulance in the States. Yes, my friend here appears to be bleeding heavily. Please, come here immediately! I'll even offer to donate my own blood, even if something peculiar happens! What? Peculiar? Well, I'm honestly not sure about my blood type, but-"
It was too late for him to explain more. Soon enough, the ambulance was coming right along the corner.
"He says he'll be here in about five minutes," he told them. "You hang in there, sir."
The man said nothing, but merely grumbled to show that he had so little energy, he was barely alive.
Dr. Chase stared a minute at the man, then started to ponder.
"Wait a minute. That gunshot wound did look pretty serious. Even if he were to come in less than five minutes, it could be too late."
So, the good doctor decided to take matters into his own hands.
"Sir?" he asked into the crowd.
Suddenly, a doctor turned around.
"I'd like to donate my own blood."
"Pardon, sir?"
"I don't think I should have to explain this to you again."
He didn't respond, but he didn't have to. The look on his face explained his stupefied reaction perfectly.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Professor?" asked the doctor.
"Oh, absolutely! As a man who's overcome the limits to what ordinary man himself was capable of, I'd be more than happy to put my own life on the line for my fellow man."
While some in the crowd thought that his decision was questionable, it was at this point that the situation was so dire, that everyone agreed. Not long afterwards, Dr. Chase immediately rolled up his sleeve.
"Shoot me, Doctor!" he said. "For the love of my fellow man!"
"Well, whatever you say, dear sir," said the doctor.
The doctor immediately pulled out a syringe, injecting it into Dr. Chase's arm, to collect his blood.
"This better work," said Dr. Chase. "By golly, I sure hope this works!"
Like eager spectators, everyone else stood and watched as Dr. Chase's blood started flowing from his veins to the older man's. However, due to the unsanitary conditions, he eventually had to be transferred to a local hospital. So far, so good, but was it really going to work? Even Jonathan himself wasn't so sure.