Luna Rising
I could only assume he was sorting tools on a tray.
Ghost attached the blood bag to an IV pole, then rolled it next to me. He took the tubing and connected it to the hub taped to my arm. He adjusted a few more things, then released the clamp. The blood started flowing, and he came around so I could see his face again.
"This is very special blood, Thirty-Eight. It's a mix, you see. From a witch and a wolf." He leaned in close again. "I want to see whose blood wins."