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An open cooler sat on Roland's kitchen counter, as he stared at its contents with a feeling of nervous dread pooling in his stomach. Lately, every shipment had been dimishing with each delivery, and this one had to be the lightest one yet.

Winter and Summer months were always hard when it came to meeting his blood consumption needs. Donors went in less because of vacations and the extreme weather, needing the vital fluid to keep their own strength up and help their bodies regulate their core temperatures most efficiently. Roland had always used the same organization for his deliveries for decades, being the most ethical and honest one he'd come across so far. Sure, there was never a shortage of blood being moved around in the shadows--but he knew those ounces weren't acquired through volunteers, and the chances of coming across diseased or "synthetic" blood ran higher with each passing year.

However, staring at the cooler with only enough blood to just barely get him through the week, the fear of running out was beginning to loom over him. Roland wasn't in danger, yet. So long as he was careful and rationed properly, he should be able to manage it--even if only just barely.

Roland quickly stored the blood in his fridge to keep what little he had from spoiling. He made a mental note to buy some more red meat from the store for his meals this week.

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