Buddy (after Chase gets into an accident, cradling him in his arms on the phone with the ambulance) : Damnit, you're losing a lot of blood! Quick, what's your type?
Chase (actively bleeding out and clearly out of it) : ... tall, fit, handsome, pale, with dangerous aura, preferably a vampire....
Buddy: I mean your blood type, you moron!!!
Chase: Uh.
Chase: *looks down on his would.*
Chase: Red?
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