After a short while she felt really good, alive. Better than normal. She sat up and looked at Roger he was still alive.
That's impossible, they usually have died by now. No one has ever lasted this long.
Bethany removed the tubes and crouched over Roger. She removed the blindfold and gag, he smiled at her.
What's going on here. Thought Bethany. He shouldn't be smiling at me.
'Why aren't you dead yet?' Asked Bethany.
'I've got a disease.' Answered Roger, whose skin had lost the bluish tinge and his breathing had returned to normal.
'Oh my god, its AIDS? Isn't it?' Screamed Bethany, she was aware that she was playing a game of Russian roulette every time that she did a blood transfusion. It would have only been a matter of time until she contracted some major disease.
'No. Nothing like that. What I've got is called Polycythaemia vera. My body makes too many red blood cells. It's a very rare disease. I have to go to the hospital once a week and have some blood removed or else I'll die.' Explained Roger.
'You're kidding.' Laughed Bethany.
'No not all, I was due to go tomorrow actually. I guess you've just saved me the trip.' Laughed Roger.
'I've got the exact opposite disease to you, my body can't make enough red blood cells. So I need regular blood transfusions or else I'll die.'
'You're shitting me. Aren't you?' Said Roger, an astounded look on his face.
'No. It's the honest truth.'
'Wow.'
'It looks like we are made for each other. I could become hooked on you.' Laughed Bethany.
She wondered if his rashes would heal up if she continued to regularly remove some of his blood. He would look quite handsome if his skin was clear. I wonder if he would move in with me. We could serve each other very well. Give it time we might even grow fond of each other.