Arm Swollen After Blood Draw Novels & Stories

“I promise you, I’m fully mated and claimed.” Something about his statement relaxes her as one of his hands remains on her arm. Jessa works quickly, first pricking the child’s finger causing a shrill scream within seconds of it waking her. She talks Amanda and Helen both through the process of collecting the blood from her finger before proceeding to the blood draw. Somehow Amanda found the finger prick far more uncomfortable than a needle being placed into her hand. My curiosity is peaked when during the small break between the finger prick and IV the little girl is given a pacifier shaped ice pop. Her cries are silenced immediately as she enjoys her sweet treat.

I replied, extending my arm. My clothes had been taken off earlier to stop Jace's bleeding, leaving me in just a sleeveless T-shirt, my arms exposed. The doctor hesitated, clearly caught off guard, but nodded. "Come with me." Blood was drawn, tests were run, and all we could do was wait for the results.

Rome said and I noticed his Adam's apple moving up and down. "T-Thanks." I said but he didn't say anything after. Nurse Diana looked at me with a worried face. "What happened to you?" "Got into an argument. Things didn't go well." I said almost whispering. Nurse Diana nodded and put an ice pack on my swollen arm. After a few minutes, Nurse Diana gently removed the ice pack and applied some ointment to my swelling skin. “You’ll be fine,” she said softly, offering a kind smile before I left the clinic.

The pain was sharp and quick but I could feel the pressure of the needle prodding my skin, which lasted about three minutes. “Alright I’m done,” He announced I opened my eyes to see him placing a piece of cotton and some tape on my arm, he must have noticed the look on my face because he added. “It’s to stop the bleeding,” He threw away the garbage and got up from his stool again. “The blood work is going to take a couple of hours, so if the two of you would like you could stay here or leave and come back,” Doctor Crowell explained picking up the tubes full of my blood.

"What are you doing here..." "Were you getting your blood drawn?" she asked. She could see that his face was pale and one of his sleeves was still rolled up. There was a bruise on his arm. She wanted to take a closer look but he quickly pulled down his sleeve as if sensing something. "Wait!" she shouted, holding his arm to stop him. She easily found a needle mark in the middle of the bruise, proving that he had indeed gotten his blood drawn just now. "Did you really just get your blood drawn?" she asked.

" She requested and I did just as I was told. She requested the maid to bring some cotton wool dipped in antiseptic and she cleansed an area on my arm in a circular motion. She waited for it to dry off before grasping my arm firmly and pressing her thumb on my arm. The needle went into my arm barely a second later and I stilled, not wanting anything to go wrong. She drained my blood into the needle carefully and when it was full, she removed the needle from my arm in a swift backward motion. She immediately placed a gauze on the puncture. She then applied adequate pressure, probably to avoid clotting. After holding pressure for about a minute, she then taped a fresh piece of gauze on my arm.

Even though every month my blood is drawn but I'm not used to the pain. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. I give up. Dad never loved me. I shouldn't have had to ask so I wouldn't feel heartbroken. My head is spinning, and my vision is blurry. I couldn't keep my eyelids from continuing to open. Maybe it was not eating and drinking for three days and having my blood drawn that caused me to faint. I held my head which was always dizzy after dad took my blood. I sat down and glanced at my arm, which had the injection marks on it. "My arms are getting ugly. I don't like them. They just need my blood." I sneered.

"Miss Aurora? Are you alright?" The nurse's voice snapped me out of my daze. I opened my eyes to see blood backing up in the IV line. A stark, dark red blood was backing up against the tubing, and it was quite scary. "How long has it been like this?" My voice was hoarse. "About seven hours." The nurse replaced the IV carefully, her tone cautious. "Why wasn't anyone watching you? Your arm is already swollen. Luckily, there's no infection."

It was my second blood draw today, so I gave the doctor my left hand and hid the marks on my right arm that had been left behind by the needle previously. As blood flowed from my arm into the tube, I trembled violently, and my face scrunched up. Perhaps my face had turned ghastly as the doctor asked worriedly, "Are you okay?" I struggled to answer through the pain and dizziness and managed to grit out, "I'm fine." The doctor sighed at my stubbornness but continued to draw blood from my arm.

He withdrew his hand from Callie’s grip and stood up straight, fetching a thermometer from the cart and placing it under Callie’s armpit. He followed by positioning a stethoscope on her chest to listen to her heartbeat. After a moment, he turned to Wendy and instructed, ‘Miss Goldman, draw blood for testing.’ ‘Right away.’ Wendy complied. She intended to take blood from Callie’s left arm, but Jamison stopped her, advising, ‘Not from the left arm; use the right one.’ He was aware that Callie’s left arm was injured and unsuitable for blood collection. Wendy didn’t question Jamison’s decision and prepared to draw blood from Callie’s right arm. ‘Dr Garcia, I’ve collected the blood sample. I’ll g