"Big sis, you have to help me!" Quicksilver said, his eyelids drooping.
"What did you call me?"
"...Brother-in-law, I'm Wanda's brother. We're family. You have to help me!"
"...That's more like it. I'll make you an accessory with a permanent slowing effect later. Now let's draw some blood."
After waking the little nurse again, the transfusion process finally returned to normal.
"Miss Johnson, drawing too much blood from Mr. Maximoff at once could affect his health..." the little nurse said quietly.
Quicksilver spoke up at once. "I can accelerate my blood circulation. Draw as much as you need. I'll be fine."
Daisy also felt that Quicksilver would be fine. The young man was ridiculously sturdy. After all, Quicksilver was not The Flash from DC next door. He did not have the inexplicable cheat known as the Speed Force. Air resistance existed for Quicksilver, and he had to endure it with his body when he ran. No matter how one looked at it, his physical condition could not possibly be poor.
But after concluding that Wanda would need continuous transfusions for three days, she hesitated again.
Quicksilver was indeed strong, but the human body always had its limits. Having blood drawn nonstop for three days while accelerating his circulation would definitely place a tremendous burden on his heart.
He would have to endure it if there were no other options, but now there was one...
After some hesitation, she called Lorna. A portal then opened, bringing Lorna and Rachel, who had been taking a stroll in San Francisco, back to Sicily.
Daisy explained the situation to Lorna.
Although she was a poor student, she still knew the basics of blood transfusions.
Lorna looked utterly bewildered, her large eyes filled with shock. She pointed at Wanda, who lay half-conscious in the hospital