Then, almost a minute later.
Julien:Are you sure?
Julien:you don’t have to offer that– please dont think you have to
Luis stared at the last text. Of all the messages he’d ever received from Julien, every single one had come with perfect spelling and punctuation. His eyes flickered up to the time on his phone. It was late. If it were a Friday, they’d be at the bar right now.
Hm.
Luis:I know. I was just thinking that if you and Karim could use it, it’s better than just throwing it away.
Julien:very kind of you, darling
Luis blinked. Darling?
They–they must be drinking. That was the only explanation.
Another text pinged on his phone, opening a group chat between himself, Karim, and Julien.
Karim:He means yes, yes we’d love to have the blood.
Julien:don’t listen to him
Karim:DO listen to me, the voice of REASON
Julien:your irresponsible with blood
Karim:I haven’t had anything to drink tonight, so I am actually the sober voice of reason this time.
Karim:sjjj kmm k
Karim:sry, J trying to take my phone
Luis watched the texts come in.
Luis:???
A full five minutes went by before there was a response.
Karim:Sorry, had to lock myself in the bathroom to text in PEACE. But to your question, we’d love to have your blood if you don’t need it.
To text in peace? Luis tried to picture Julien chasing Karim around for his phone, but his brain failed to conjure anything so… silly.
Luis:okay…
Karim:Just come over Friday with your kit or w/e
Oh. Okay. So, this was happening.
At their place? Luis supposed that made sense. Unlike the bottled and preservative-filled stuff, his blood bags wouldn’t keep well. Karim had also mentioned how it was still warm last time. Was that part of the appeal?
He took a deep breath. The idea of committing to this was as nerve wracking as it was exciting. But maybe giving his blood away to someone who could use it would alleviate some of his guilt. Make the whole process of his treatment a little less shitty.
Maybe.
Luis:Okay, Friday.
The reply came seconds later.
