OC Trash Posting

The Resolution

SINS PAST pt. 6

"Hi, Mr. Spider-Man, I...um...I'm looking for my sister...she came through here a while ago-" Rachael says running down the hallway towards Peter.

"Yes...she said she'd be right back. And that you should wait right here." Peter says casually leaning again the wall outside the operating room.

"Good, So...I'll just... wait right here, then if you don't mind..." Rachael says as people walk past them in the hallway.

"No, no, it's fine miss." Peter says, with authority.

They waited a moment for the hallway to clear out. "I saw what happened on the news. Are you okay?" Rachael asks.

"Yeah...I'm okay. It's Sarah I'm worried about. They pulled her into surgery over two hours ago to work on the gunshot. Every time somebody's gone in or out of there, they've been running and that can't be good. I saved her at the bridge, Rachael. I saved her I just can't let her die now...I just- I can't...I'm sorry it's-" Peter sighs.

"It's okay, tiger. You're just tired. There's so much going on." Rachael says softly.

"Yeah, I know...I'm just really glad you're here...." Peter sighs as one of the doctors walks out. "Doctor Chapin, how's she doing?"

"Not good." The doctor sighs.

"But the nurses said you got the bullet, and the wound-" Peter says nervously.

"It didn't hit anything critical, and we've been able to repair most of it, that part seems to be healing almost unnaturally fast, but-"

"What's the problem then?" Peter asks worried.

"It's loss of blood, and there's plenty of it on hand, but every time we try a direct match her body rejects it. There's something odd about her blood. It's been altered in some way, some genetic marker that I've never seen before. We're doing the best we can with synthetic plasma, but it's a holding action at most. If we don't get somebody with the same genetic traits down here in the next hour...Does she have any next of kin?" The doctor asked.

"No...nobody that could get here inside an hour." Peter sighs, reaching behind his back for Rachael's hand, squeezing it softly when she came into contact.

"I love you..." Rachael says softly.

"Then I'm afraid there is nothing we can do except, well except use the synthetics for as long as possible, make her as comfortable as we can until- Until the end. I'm sorry. There's just nothing we can do." The doctor sighs starting to walk away.

"...No...no, it can't-wait Doc! Use my blood!" Peter offers.

"Are you a relative?" The doctor asks.

"No, but...my blood type is the same as hers." Peter says.

"How do you know that?" The doctor asks confused.

"Shit...how do I explain that even before I saw her DNA chart, I knew I had a 50/50 chance because...because I once asked Gwen what her blood type was, because, well that's one of those things you think about when you want to marry someone someday. And God she wanted kids so badly..." Peter thought.

"How I know is my business." Peter finally responds.

"Yes, But even if it's the same blood type, as I said her blood is unusual-"

"Yeah I know. But so is mine Doc, so's mine. And let's face it, what does she have to loose?" Peter sighs.

"You understand though, Spider-Man, that this is going to be a very heavy transfusion. It's not life-threatening, but you may black out from the abrupt blood loss, and you're going to have to stay under care for at least a day." The doctor asks.