Damien’s expression hardened, his entire demeanor shifting as the fear in his eyes gave way to cold, commanding authority.
“Then solve it,” he ordered. “Whatever is standing in the way, remove it. Whatever resources you need, use them. Everything has a price. Pay it.”
His voice rose sharply, his composure finally cracking beneath the frustration consuming him.
“Just make it happen!” he snapped, each word carrying the weight of an order he expected to be obeyed.
“With all due respect, Mr. Blackwood, the problem isn’t our ability to transport the blood,” Dr. Nakamura explained calmly. “It’s finding enough compatible blood to transport in the first place.”
“Jaime has a relatively rare blood type. We can’t simply substitute whatever blood happens to be available. For red-cell transfusions
