"Nah, I think we've got you a good block or two away from Death's Doorstep now. The only thing that could go wrong is your brother's blood not being a match, and he assured me it was." And with teeth like that, Fitch wasn't about to quiz the guy on what he did and didn't know about blood types. "How about a compromise? You lay back down and I'll consider upping the morphine." He wasn't sure if she'd go for it, but it was at least worth a shot.