“I can’t exactly stay in one place very long right now.”
“Do you know your blood type?” Bailey changed the topic.
“No, I don’t. Why?”
“Let me test it. I know you don’t like the idea, but you’ll probably be back over that hand. If something were to happen, such as hemorrhaging during surgery, it would be better for me to have that info already.”
Nathan’s stomach turned with nausea, but the more logical part of him knew he should keep his options open. Though he would try to make the Red Magician keep his word, he doubted he could trust the psycho to fix his hand.
“Go ahead and test it,” Nathan said.
Bailey pricked Nathan’s hand with a short needle. He then stuck the drop of blood into a small machine. “Well, shit,” Bailey said after several minutes.
“What’s wrong?” Nathan straightened his posture in concern.
“You’re a magic user. And I’ve not seen your blood type before.”
“That doesn’t make sense. There’re only so many types.” Nathan never heard of such a thing, not even from Grant.
Bailey met Nathan’s frightened gaze. “Among the scientific community, but not publicly, there’s been reports of magic users having different proteins in both their blood and nervous systems. It can vary between individuals but is suspected to do with the kind of magic they use. Perhaps to protect the body from such potent energies running through it. There may be other less known differences in their biology, too,” Bailey said.
Nathan fell silent so he could fully absorb this information.
After a moment, he spoke again. “So, how do you know this?”
The corner of Bailey’s mouth twitched as he stepped away from Nathan. “You’re better off keeping out of others’ business. Deal with your own problems first.”
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