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Today was a fantastic day at Vladco, and it was especially significant because it was "Donor Day." Once a month, the company came together to contribute in various ways—donating money, clothing, food, toys, and blood. Vlad and his wife, Mag, firmly believed in the importance of charity. "You know how often hospitals face blood shortages," Vlad said, a determined glint in his eye. "This is one of the best ways we can help."
Mag nodded in agreement, her gaze thoughtful. “Every two seconds, someone in the U.S. needs blood. Imagine if more people stepped up to donate.”
Despite their enthusiasm, the couple knew there were stringent requirements for blood donation dictated by state laws and health organizations like the Health Department and the Red Cross. They aimed to protect young donors and ensure the safety of those receiving blood.
“The statistics are staggering,” Vlad continued as they set up the refreshment table. “About 36,000 red blood cells are needed daily in the U.S. alone. Yet, less than 10% of eligible donors actually give. If only a few more people would donate, we could eliminate shortages altogether.”
Mag’s expression turned somber. “It’s the same in the Ghost Zone. The ghosts have unique core energies and ectoplasm types that are crucial for saving lives. They can only be resurrected five times; after that, it’s permanent. That’s why energy and ectoplasm donations are vital.”
The conversation reminded them of the Master family, who couldn’t donate blood or ectoplasm due to their hybrid nature. Vlad sighed. “It’s a shame. The alteration of your DNA due to my bone marrow left us unable to contribute. But we can still leave donations for future hybrids.”
Mag smiled softly. “The Ancients say new hybrids are on the way. We must be prepared for them.”
Just then, their best friends arrived, helping to carry in boxes of snacks and juice. “Ready to make this the best Donor Day yet?” one of them joked, grinning widely.
“Absolutely!” Vlad replied, enthusiasm returning to his voice. “Let’s ensure everyone is well-fed and hydrated after donating.”
Meanwhile, at the Ghost Zone Hospital, the Masters’ children were bustling around, assisting with the refreshment table there. Each was eager to help, serving juice and treats to the ghosts who had come to donate. “Make sure to keep the energy bars stocked!” one of them called out, laughter ringing through the air.
The requirements for ghosts to donate energy were similar to those for humans: they needed to be at least sixteen and healthy enough to contribute. Physicals ensured safety, with tests for temperature, blood pressure, and overall health.
As Vlad and Mag watched people arrive, a sense of pride washed over them. “Donor Day isn’t just about giving; it’s about community,” Mag said, her voice filled with warmth. “When we all come together, we can make a real difference.”
“Let’s hope more people will feel inspired to join us,” Vlad replied, scanning the crowd with hope. “After all, every drop counts.”
The day was filled with laughter, camaraderie, and a shared sense of purpose. Whether on Earth or in the Ghost Zone, Donor Day reminded them of the strength found in giving and the lives that could be saved through their combined efforts. Together, they were making a profound impact, and they hoped that their example would encourage others to become donors, too.