Fifty two

DECLAN POV

When we got to the hospital, I parked the car hurriedly.

I carried the boy gently and held Rhea with my other hand.

The nurses were already coming to us with a stretcher.

He was put on the stretcher and taken to a room, and I and Rhea waited outside.

The doctors also checked her and treated the bruises she had. They also made sure she didn't have a concussion.

"Uncle Declan, will Rigel be okay?" Daisy asked.

"Yes, the doctors are working on him, he will be fine," I assured her. I hoped that I was right and I wasn't lying to her.

One of the doctors working on Rigel came to meet us.

"He needs blood," he informed me.

"OK, I can pay for it, where do I pay?" I asked.

"Calm down, sir; the thing is that we do not have his blood type; it's very rare."

"What is his blood type?" I asked the doctor.

"AB- negative"

"I can donate my blood, it's the same." I offered.