Arm Swollen After Blood Draw Novels & Stories

My mother asked her while she grabbed my left arm. “I don’t know yet, but I dearly hope it is not what we are all thinking.” She replied while she briskly took her scalpel and then she dug it into my arm, drawing a fine line. I grunted as blood seeped out into the bowl gently. We all watched in awe as the blood kept pouring out. It wasn’t due to the sight of blood but because the injury itself had yet to heal up.

I shouldn't be nervous because his root is already visible and it's clear to my eyes so it's definitely easy, but why can I hear my heart beating violently in my ear? "Do you have any allergies or has had any complications or issues during your previous blood draws?" I asked the necessary questions while prepping him. Maybe I'm just excited because I really like his arms. In the past, it was Vincent that I practiced because he was the only one who was always willing, so maybe I'm just glad that now he's the one I'm going to take blood. "None." He answered in a low tone. I nodded and glanced at sir Bartolome who was about to spit on my patient. I was shaken as I pulled the tourniquet off the

Adrian asked with a smile. Summer panicked and looked nervously at Adrian. “My baby…” “Your baby is fine, but you aren’t exactly in good health. You’ll have to take care of yourself to make sure that your baby remains safe.” Adrian raised his head to look at the transfusion bottle, and then at the transfusion needle that was attached to Summer’s wrist. “The needle has moved out of place. Aren’t you feeling any pain?” Summer was not aware of that. She looked at the back of her hand, which was already swollen, with glassy eyes.

She briefly smiled and did as told. "A needle is inserted into the vein and a small amount of blood is removed." Darla said. "You may feel a prick or stinging sensation." I said as I started drawing her blood. She slowly twitched but I had to continue. I collected 3 tubes of blood. The tourniquet is removed and the needle is withdrawn. I put pressure to the area where the needle was inserted until bleeding stopped. I put a small bandage on the area. I smiled to Nina again and I caressed her hand.

The nurse approached with a needle and three blood tubes, tying a rubber band around my arm. "Don't worry; it'll just hurt a little, and it'll be quick," she replied with a reassuring smile. I turned my face away so I wouldn't see the moment the needle penetrated my skin. I felt a slight pinch followed by a pressure sensation as she inserted the needle. The nurse was skillful, fitting the tubes carefully to collect the necessary samples. She worked adeptly, drawing three blood samples before sending the tubes directly to the laboratory. "Here, keep pressing for about five minutes, so the blood can clot," she instructed, securing a cotton ball over the puncture site to prevent excessive bleed