Neptune's eyes went wide. He didn't follow the whole trail of memories, but he knew that Reed had the same blood type as Ciaran. "I have the same blood type!" he declared, pulling off his sweatshirt immediately. It felt good to know that he could do something. Anything. Truth be told, Neptune didn't even know what blood types were, but Reed did, and Reed knew that he and Ciaran were the same in that regard.
"Take as much of my blood as you need. Please," he begged as his eyes turned from the frail boy on the stretcher to the emergency worker. "I want to stay beside him and help."
But they arrived at the hospital then. Neptune left his sweatshirt in the ambulance, it was forgotten. But he still had Reed's phone. He hurried behind Stanley, the sense of urgency pushing him forward.