PRESCOTT BLOOD DRIVE

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BLOOD DRIVE

GIVE US YOUR BLOOD

Prescott Fire Station is holding a blood drive! Anyone in the Quad in the giving spirit is invited to drop by and drop off a pint. Please only donate your own blood, and straight from the source—dusty mason jars full of mystery blood will not be accepted at this time.

Make sure to stick around post-donation; Arlo Rattray is cooking up vegan pancakes shaped like blood drops and snowmen to help replenish that blood they just sucked out of you. For anyone who doesn't like breakfast there's also a couple packs of peanut butter Oreos, but they're not thematic or anything so they're not fun.

VOLUNTEER SPOTS

After donating, Quaid starts to feel woozy and nearly hits the floor—but they're caught by [RESPONDER (or trainee) B].

Around the pancake table, [VOLUNTEER C] knocks a bottle of maple syrup off the counter and gets stuck washing dishes as penitence—and holy shit, there are a LOT of dishes.

Edgar, meanwhile, gets sent to a cot to lie down for a few minutes and winds up taking an impromptu three-hour nap. Oh, god, what time is it, where are they, what is their name?

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SCENES: Blythe & Niko

[soliloquacious]

Blythe keeps his arm tight around Niko, feeling protective in a way he's never really been in the position to feel before.

"Love you," he says, and presses a kiss to his head. "Both with and without all your blood."

SCENES: Blythe & Niko

[trustmeimadoctor]

"You too. I'll grow some new blood, just give me a minute," Niko says blearily, stumbling over toward the nearest cot. Once there, he carefully lowers himself onto it and scooches over, making himself as small as possible in order to give Blythe as much room as he can.

He pats the cot. "I won't tell Jesus," he promises.

SCENES: Blythe & Niko

[soliloquacious]

Blythe joins him on the cot, which is too small for two middle-aged men to fit comfortably. But Blythe has been in some real cramped quarters for the last few years, he can manage.

"Good." He curls himself around Niko, burying his face in his hair. "He doesn't need to know everything we do."

SCENES: Blythe & Niko

[trustmeimadoctor]

"Yeah, he's not Santa Claus," Niko chuckles, mostly to himself. He lets out a contented sigh, feeling cozy and protected in Blythe's arms.

"I'm just gonna rest my eyes for a second," he yawns.

SCENES: Blythe & Niko

[soliloquacious]

"Take as many seconds as you need. I'll be right here when they're all rested."

SCENES: Blythe & Niko

[trustmeimadoctor]

Like all dads who are merely "resting their eyes", Niko is fast asleep as soon as those lids are shut.