Mirabe didn''t get into the nitty-gritty; she just asked, "Can I use your hospital''s biologyb for a bit?"


    Dr. Ray picked up on her reluctance to dive deeper and wisely didn''t push her for more. He nodded, "Sure thing. Mind if I ask what for?"


    He knew that while Keir''s surgery had gone well, they weren''t out of the woods yet. If someone stays in a cryogenic state too long, their immune system and cells start breaking down. Without warming them up and getting them the right blood within a day, things could still go south.


    Mirabe''s eyes seemed to wander before she finally said, "Artificial blood."


    "Artificial blood?!" Dr. Ray''s eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Keir''s blood type is rare, plus artificial blood tech isn''t there yet. There are big issues, and even if you whip some up, you can''t just use it on a patient."


    "This isn''t doable!" Dr. Ray shook his head firmly.


    He got that she was desperate to save a loved one, but making artificial blood wasn''t a realistic option. Especially with a unique blood type, even if you had twenty-four months, it might not be enough, let alone twenty-four hours.


    "I''ve got my own ways. Don''t worry about it; I just need ab," Mirabe said, catching sight of Grady hurrying down the hallway towards them.


    In no time, Grady was standing in front of them, peering through the ss into the hospital room. "How''s Keir doing?"


    "Chester will be alright," Mirabe reassured softly.


    Dr. Ray let out a sigh and agreed to her earlier request, "Alright, I''ll sort out a space for you."


    Mirabe nodded, "Thanks."


    Dr. Ray waved it off, "No problem."


    The whole hospital was under the Davis family''s name, so ab wasn''t a big deal. Mirabe nced at Grady, whose eyes were red from worry and gave his shoulder aforting pat, repeating, "It'' be okay."


    Grady turned to meet her steady gaze, and his worry seemed to ease a bit.


    He nodded, "Yeah."


    Mirabe quickly followed Dr. Ray out.


    **Once in theb, Mirabe turned down any offers of help, opting to work solo.


    She took a look around at the equipment, knowing she''d never actually used these tools before. But that was fine; she was a fast learner.


    Pulling out her phone, she switched it toputer mode, her fingers flying over the virtual keyboard as she typed in some code.


    Numbers and characters danced across the projection screen, and after a few minutes, it morphed into a familiarputer interface.


    Mirabe paused, taking in the unchanged screen, before opening an encrypted storage drive.


    After keying in the password, the drive opened easily but waspletely empty.


    Frowning, she ran a program to check for hidden files, but it confirmed that nothing was there. More urately, the entire data source had been wiped clean.


    A sinking feeling hit Mirabe.


    ét


    While artificial blood tech was still shaky and prone to rejection, it wasmon in the future. But why had hermunity''splete technical records been destroyed?