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Chapter 57: "You're a Match"

"So what does that mean?  Human leukocyte antigen?" Bo asked Carly as he took a sip of his morning coffee.  He looked over at Roman, who appeared equally confused.  They both looked back at Carly, who had come over to the police station to deliver her report.

"It means you're a match for the bone marrow transplant, Bo," Carly said.  She turned to Roman.  "I'm sorry, Roman, you didn't have matching antigens."

Roman shrugged.  "As long as one of us matches, it's fine.  That's all that matters for Kimmie, right?"

"Yes, of course," Carly said.

"So my blood matches," Bo said impatiently.  "So now what?  Do I get on the next plane to L.A.?"

"No.  Kim needs to finish the chemotherapy, which will take another couple of weeks.  Then you'll go out and do the donation."  Bo thought Carly sounded like she was talking to a child.

"Fine.  So I get off the plane and go and do this donation and she'll be fine after that?"  Bo knew he was acting impatient, but he just wanted to understand how he could help his sister.

"Hold your horses," Roman said.  "Give the lady a chance to explain."

Carly smiled at Roman.  "Thank you.  Bo, it's not that simple.  It's not like giving blood.  See, they need to harvest special cells in your blood.  To do that, they start by giving you some medication through injections that stimulate the production of those cells.  After a few days of injections, they'll draw your blood and filter out those cells.  It's a slow process.  The blood is removed from your body, filtered, and then put back in, which can take up to six hours.  Also, they may want to do the procedure twice to ensure they have enough cells for Kim."

Bo grimaced a little, but then became resolute.  "It's for Kimber.  What's a few hours?"

"I know," Carly said, taking his hand.  "You may have some minor side effects from the medication.  Some pain in the bones and muscles, headaches maybe, you could feel tired, and become nauseated.  Those symptoms should go away a day or two after you stop taking the medicine."

"Doesn't sound too bad."  Bo looked at Roman.  "I've been through worse."  They all laughed.

Carly continued.  "I just want you to be sure you know everything, Bo.  During the donation, you might experience some of the symptoms of blood loss.  Lightheadedness, chills, maybe some numbness in your hands and feet."

"We both know what that feels like," Roman said, knowingly.

"Those should go away pretty fast."  Carly squeezed Bo's hand.  "I think your biggest problem will be sitting still long enough for them to draw the blood."

Bo stuck out his tongue at her.  Everyone he knew still teased him about his impatience.  "Very funny.  And you checked that it's okay I donate?  With my medical history and all?"  He figured that Carly would know he was referring to his pancreas transplant.

"Yes.  I checked with Dr. Jonas before I came over here.  He says you'll be just fine."

So that was that, wasn't it?  In a few weeks, Bo would head to Los Angeles to help his sister.  That was what any Brady would do for another.  He turned to Roman.  "So big brother, I guess you're going to have to hold down the fort while I'm gone.  Think my deputy commish can do that?"  He ducked as Roman threw a wadded-up piece of paper at him.  He was about to respond when there was a knock on the door and Hope poked her head in.

"Rafe Hernandez says he has to see you right away," she said.

Bo exchanged a look with his brother.  Roman had spent their first hour at work venting about Rafe's late-night visit the night before.  "Go ahead, big brother.  He's all yours."

"No," Hope said.  "He says he needs to speak with both of you."

Bo stifled a groan.  He really did not need this, not before he had his second cup of coffee.  "Are we done?" he asked Carly, and she nodded.

"I should be getting back to the hospital," she said.  She came around the desk and gave him a kiss, something Bo guessed to be as much for Hope's benefit as for his.  He could see Hope grimacing in the doorway and she gave Carly a sour look as she left the office.

Bo waved his hand.  "Okay, Hope, go ahead and show him in."

"So now I'm the receptionist?" she said, crossing her arms in a defensive manner. 

"Not this again," Bo groaned.  "You're on desk duty until I tell you otherwise."

Sulking, Hope headed toward the reception area.  She made a point to let the door slam shut behind her.

"You could lay off her a bit," Roman said.  "She's a good detective."

Bo sighed.  "I just don't want her to get hurt again."

Roman leaned forward in his chair.  "Is that the Police Commissioner speaking or her ex-husband?" 

"All right, so I'm being a bit unfair," Bo admitted.  "But you have to admit that Hope does seem to get in trouble more than most cops."

"So do you."

"Gee, thanks," Bo said, but he had to concede the point.

Roman then said the obvious.  "You still care about her, don't you?"

"Of course I care about Hope.  She's the mother of my children."

"And that's the only reason?"  Roman gave Bo a knowing look.  Thankfully, before Bo had to respond, the door opened and Rafe walked in.

"So what did Junior do now?" Bo asked, knowing that whatever Rafe was going to say involved EJ DiMera.

"You're not going to believe it," Rafe said.  "It's Sydney.  EJ just turned up with her, and she's alive."