Arm Swollen After Blood Draw 소설 & 이야기

“That's definitely the funniest joke I've ever heard. You know, we...” Just as she was about to continue, the intercom at her waist rang. “Dr. Claire? Dr. Claire?” Yes, I'm Here!” She says with her intercom on her lips. "Is the blood draw complete?" Claire glanced up at me, clamped the intercom between her face and her shoulder, and with her free hand slowly drew the needle from the vein in my elbow socket and handed me a cotton swab. "Just finished." She shook the anticoagulant tube in her hand, dark red blood sloshing up and down the tube, It's a beautiful color. You probably don't smoke or drink.” She put the anticoagulant tube in a small freezer next to her.

She worriedly eyed my arm, "Just take care of your arm, please." I nodded before I grabbed a small towel from beside me and tried to wipe the blood from over my arm. I clenched my teeth and my fist clenched as the pain radiated to my bones. I opened the drawer where we keep the first-aid kit and took the bandage from there. I carelessly wrapped it around my arm before I went to the bedroom to check on Cara.

Next thing I know, his fangs was piercing my neck, I let out a moan of pain, pressing him in more, it was tingling me, both my neck and between my legs. "Ocean?" I said when blood trails down my neck, I was a moaning mess that I didn't even realize it. He pulled away. I look at him, waiting for him to feed me his blood but I felt it healing by itself. I gasp. "How..." I ask him. "I just gave you my blood last night, it's not up to twenty four hours, meaning, nothing can arm you till tonight" he tells me. I sigh. He grab his hankie and wipe the blood on his lips and then he cleans the blood stain on my neck.

Then, she sighed and said to Dad, "Mr. Bradshaw, with Ronnie being so uncooperative, should we even continue drawing blood? "I've only drawn 100 milliliters of his blood so far. The other students all gave 400 milliliters and none of them had such a strong reaction. Moreover, Ronnie just threatened me. "He said he's your son and told me to record the blood donated by the other students as his; otherwise he'd file a complaint against me at the hospital. Maybe we should just call off his blood draw." I instinctively tried to explain, but I couldn't make a single sound.

Startled by a sudden bump in the road, I accidentally jerked my head forward and bumped it hard right against the cold glass of the car window. Big mistake. The impact sent a white-hot shockwave straight through my injured arm, making me hiss loudly as I instinctively clutched at my shoulder with a sharp gasp. Peeking under the makeshift cloth bandage, my stomach churned. The skin around the bite was no longer just red—it had shifted into a sickening, bruised color of gray and purple, heavily caked in dried, crusty blood and badly swollen to twice its normal size. An infection was setting in, fast, and my body felt hot and feverish.

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. Mable looked up and met his deep black eyes.

The month was not too big, so it didn't take much effort. 00She walked to the blood collection port, sat on a high stool, and stretched out her arms. Her skinny skin was white and her blood vessels were easy to find, but the blood vessels were all on her arms, so she would still tie her arms with a cuff. After the blood vessels were exposed, and the alcohol swab was rubbed across her small arm, the doctor took the needle and was about to poke it into her skin.

I kept wondering what could be going wrong, I really couldn't understand what was going on as much as I tried. Not long after the doctors left my room, a nurse and one of the doctors came back. The nurse politely asked me to lie down in a comfortable position, with my arm extended and my palm facing up. She cleaned the area of my arm where the blood will be drawn with an antiseptic solution, which will help to reduce the risk of having an infection.

"Sera! What game are you playing now? Think this will make me feel guilty? Make me..." His words stopped abruptly. His gaze locked onto my hanging left arm. Without proper treatment, my arm had swollen terribly. The skin showed a frightening purple color, nearly twice its normal size. The emergency bandages I'd wrapped around it were soaked through with blood, oozing pus and blood. Shock flashed quickly through his eyes. As if burned, he stumbled back two steps, almost roaring. "Where's the Pack Healer? Are you all dead? Get over here!" The Pack Sentinel rushed over in panic.

Almara yelps back in pain I quickly let her go. I wipe my mouth with my sleeve, careful not to swallow any blood I may have drawn. I bring my eyes to meet hers and a shocked pain settles across her face as her fingers tremble up to her lips. The faintest smell of metal enters my nostrils and intoxicates me. I can’t help it any longer. I fall to my knees and weep.