Arm Swollen After Blood Draw Novels & Stories

“I SWEAR YOU TWO.” Elijah let me go from his grip. But that didn’t stop him from landing a blow on my pretty face. The crack was sickening, a wet snap of cartilage. My head snapped back, a spray of dark blood arching through the air to spatter against the cream-colored wall. I wiped my jaw with the back of my hand, looking at the crimson smear. “Feel better Big brother?” I laughed. A low, guttural sound that bubbled up through the blood on my mouth.

''He starts to get nervous. ''Hey dear. Everything is fine?''I hold her face, which was already streaming tears.''Oh dear. It's okay, he's just going to draw some of your blood for testing. Will I show you how?''I look at the doctor and extend my arm.''Take my blood, doc, to show him. Then taking advantage, you see my anemia. ''Very good. He takes my arm and does it gently to show me how it feels. As soon as he draws my blood, I give the child a smile.

When I woke up again, I was lying in a soft bed with an IV drip hooked to my arm. The spot where the needle entered stung a little. Just as I tried to shift around, a pair of large hands gently pinned me down. Shawn’s voice, filled with a mix of helplessness and heartache, echoed in my ear. “Don’t move. It’s not done yet.” As he spoke, he placed a warm towel over my arm. “The family doctor said this helps ease the swelling and pain. Does it feel any better?”

I’d still do everything I wanted to do, even if it took me a little more time. At that moment, my bedroom door pushed open and Mother walked in calmly. I was startled. Turning around to greet her immediately. “Mother, welcome,” Her eyes scanned me, resting on my wrists. “You lost a lot of blood today. The blood draw is in two weeks. Did you shoot that arrow deliberately thinking, I’ll let you off?” “No, Mother,” I shook my head, hoping my hair could hide the disgust on my face. I really was only a blood bank to this woman.

I gave him a smile but was replaced by a frown as I clutched my arm. "It's getting worst, let's go to the examination room", Mr Ambrose said as we all followed him. Avan kept his hand around me rubbing my other arm assuring me that everything will be fine. I knew the protocol so I sat on the chair and tried to take off my jacket. My mom helped me and then rolled up my sleeves. I didn't even know that I was already bleeding. It wasn't much but it was still frightening to see.

Felix replied. “Alright, I’ll take care of Xena then. You go ahead,” Hayden said. Felix nodded, and the car drove off. “Ouch,” Xena suddenly let out a soft cry of pain. “What’s wrong?” Hayden asked. “It’s nothing. The blood draw left some swelling,” she said as she rolled up her sleeve. The inside of her left elbow was badly bruised, dark purple and blue. “Why did they draw so much blood?” Hayden asked, immediately concerned.

It was swelling and red. "Does it hurt? " "No, but my throat feels dry sometimes, and I need to drink water." "Come sit. Let me heal your arm. Lauren brought a chair in front of me, and Arlene sat there. "Freya, can you hold her arms, please? Freya moved her chair beside Arlene and placed her hands on her lap. I place my palm over her swelling arm. I wanted to open the swelling part to see what was inside. A white orb came out of my palm, and Arlene cried in panic when it cut her flesh.

"I know you're afraid, dear. Just take a deep breath and we'll get this over with." I obeyed, and after a moment I felt the coolness of an alcohol swab and then the prick of the needle. When she finished drawing my blood she wiped the spot with another alcohol swab and stuck a bright pink band aid on it. She then handed me a tissue and patted my shoulder. "Take a moment to compose yourself, and then you're free to go. Remember, it'll be a few days before we have the results." I nodded, drawing in a trembling breath.

he said sheepishly. “Thanks, I appreciate the directions and for you not treating me like a lesser wolf,” I mumbled softly, and noticed that he also had a cotton ball-covered bandage on his arm. “You needed to do another blood draw, too?” Glancing at his arm, he huffed out in annoyance, “Yeah, the Academy has never redone blood draws.” “Interesting. Well, thanks again, Aiden. I will see you around,” I smiled, waved goodbye to him then turned toward the direction he had given me.

A bone poked out at the arm’s joint, with blood streaming down. “What?”