[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00aeef]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/16/fe/3316fe559f13dd3bbefa84bd6e602b5e.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] Quincy, Florida: E9.  House, C10 -> E9
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A[/center]
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Alexander had found most of what they needed for a makeshift blood transfusion. A few years ago he would have cussed out anyone for recommending the means that were being recommended. But what else could they do now? Sure Thalia was stable now, but for how long? If they needed to run, that would leave them vulnerable and unable to protect each other. It was getting dark now too, so there was no telling what was outside now ready to move in on them. Alexander had started looking for needles and lights, those would help. Even if Manny had something to use the tubing with it was getting too dark to risk a blood transfusion. A torch might help but an open flame in a building would be asking for trouble. With that, it might not even have enough light to make things safe.

Though, Manny had a doner, and someone who was trained to keep calm under pressure. Though, he would have honestly preferred anyone else to do this, the lack of a limb can have severe issues on blood pressure, though he's never had to do a blood transfusion from someone who was missing a limb. But as of right now, he was the only known doner, assuming Thalia wasn't so high she thinks she got her blood type wrong. "[color=00aeef]Retraining her might be good for the transfusion itself, but afterwards it may through her in a panic.[/color]" Manny said responding to Beatrice. "[color=00aeef]But off the top of my head, I know my blood type. I am mostly going to need to depend on what everyone else knows about themselves.[/color]" Though he figured everyone knew their type pretty well. His only concern was Thalia. If she isn't the type she says she is, she'll die a rather painful death. Or be so high she wont notice. If it comes to that, he hopes for the latter.

Alexander's search for light and something to act as needle's for the transfusion didn't seem to go well. "[color=00aeef]It's foolish to try and preform anything like this without a decent light source. It's just asking for things to go wrong.[/color]" He stopped to think about Thana when she was brought up. "[color=00aeef]She may be strong, but she is alone with our only reasonable way to escape. If she isn't back by morning we'll need to figure out what happened to her. Seeing as we're in poor state to travel, and we have only one functional gun among us, we'll need to be smart about how we go about tomorrow. Honestly, I think we need to take a good night's rest and start tomorrow getting Thalia some nice earned blood. Then we'll decide what to do about Thana as Thalia recovers.[/color]" Truth be told, Thana was skilled enough she could show up in the middle of the night with everything they could need. That would be a great victory. Or worst case scenario, they find her in the smashed truck only a little ways down the road. Manny didn't like thinking of worst case scenario, but what else could he do? They had to be prepared.