Arm Swollen After Blood Draw Novels & Stories

I should get off the floor and get back to bed. Lifting my arms from my knees, I looked down but stopped when I saw the inside of my elbow, where Sara had drawn blood. Dark blue veins were visible around the area where she had drawn blood. I might have never had my blood drawn like this, but I knew damn well that it wasn’t normal. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.” I repeated in my head as I stared at it. Maybe I wasn’t pregnant, and I had been infected. Panicked, I began looking over my body for signs that I had been scratched or bitten. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary when I was in the shower last, but I figured I missed something.

A series of struggles later, Blair’s fever finally went away after an infusion in the afternoon. Despite that, Mable was worried and stayed by his side. Blair’s arms were covered with hives due to the allergy. They were particularly itchy, but he could not scratch them. Mable put some cream on his arms to reduce the swelling and stop the itching. She studied his arms at the same time. Blair’s blood had been drawn twice a day recently, and it was heartbreaking to look at the needle marks. Suddenly, Blair placed his warm hand on Mable’s head.

I leaned against the wall for a second, a wave of dizziness washing over me. I gave nearly two pints of blood. My body is strong, but even I am not immune to the physical drain. I roll up my left sleeve, looking at the crook of my elbow. A dark purple bruise is forming where the needle went in. I run my thumb over it. It throbs, a dull ache that matches the one she must be feeling in her arm. Good.

Then it pulsed. Thin lines branching outward from a central point beneath her flesh. Veins of shadow spreads slowly, faintly glowing red beneath her skin. That had not been there before. I stepped closer. “What is that?” I demanded. The doctor barely glanced at it. “Subdermal hemorrhaging. Possibly a vascular reaction to trauma.” “It was not there,” I said sharply. He leaned closer this time, frowning. One of the nurses angled a brighter light toward her arm. The dark marking reacted, It shifted. Spreading slightly higher.

He pulled out a rubber tourniquet from his kit and tied it around my upper arm. "That feel tight enough?" He asked. I nodded, watching as he pulled out a blood bag and rubber tubing, attaching the two together. I swallowed hard when he pulled out the butterfly needle. He must have seen my eyes widen because he chuckled. "It will only pinch for a second. Do you want to hold the rubber ball?" I nodded and smiled as he handed me the small red ball. He attached the needle to the tub and took my arm in his hand. I closed my eyes tight as he put the needle to my skin. I winced as I felt the sting.

She was woozy, so she decided to lie back on the bed instead of sitting up for the blood draw. “Just a little poke now.” A millisecond later, the needle pierced her arm, and while it was uncomfortable, it wasn’t as bad as she had psyched herself up to expect. After another moment, Kira pulled out the needle and quickly bandaged the spot. “There we go. Now open your mouth, North.” North complied, allowing Kira to scrape the side of her cheek with a long swab. The other woman stored it in a clear tube before turning to Carol to repeat the process. “Let me rush these to the lab, and then I’ll get you over for a scan.”

I’m shocked considering how difficult he is to stick at Red General. “His right arm is easier than his left. I still had to go deep but I’ve got good flow. Myla, I need you to come get this first tube. Use a syringe to draw the blood out. You need one milliliter for the wolfsbane test, two milliliters for the silver test and a drop to check his sugar levels.” “Yes ma’am.” She responds as she walks over. “I’m sorry Cole. I know you’re already anemic but this round is going to take quite a bit from you. I’ll be monitoring you closely for side effects stemming from the blood draw. I’ve doubled the tests that we can run in-house.” Angela explains.

"He may not have completed what he was trying to do." "Or he may have," the doctor said, not to me.... to the nurse beside him. "We can't assume." The IV was disconnected A new line went in on the other arm with the practiced efficiency of someone for whom this was a known procedure. Blood was drawn. I stood at the foot of the bed and watched and kept my hand at my stomach and breathed. The pain from the fall had settled into a dull, present ache.... not the sharp escalating kind, not the kind that had sent us to the hospital after the Zara confrontation. Present. Monitored.

the woman said as the doctor laid some cotton on the spot where he had taken my blood. The man approached the doctor and lifted his sleeve, giving him his arm as the doctor quickly took blood from him as well. I looked at them frowning, and the man looked at me "See? It doesn’t hurt," he said. "I think I’ll pass out," I said, touching my forehead.

I ask softly. Zarina reaches for a small silver kit on the nearby tray and pulls on a pair of gloves. “A simple draw from your wrist. I’ll take just a little. Enough to be sure you're good.” I frown. “Why not from the top of my hand?” “Because, it's been poked around a lot while you were unconscious.” She says, pointing at the needle marks. “Okay.” Zarina ties a soft band above my elbow to bring the vein forward. Her touch is gentle, but my pulse skitters wildly under her fingertips.