Novelas y relatos de Blood C

“Sir, we need to ask if you can donate blood. Her type is O positive and the blood in our storage is low. We’ve reached out to two nearby hospitals but they don’t have enough supply.” O positive. Right. My blood group. I remembered the tests from school, the form I filled out years ago. Dad nodded, too fast. “Yes—yes, of course. Do whatever you need.” They took him away almost immediately. I tried to watch him go but the room spun too hard. Carl leaned closer to me, brushing hair from my forehead, his hands shaking violently. “They’ll get the blood, okay? You’re going to be fine. Just stay awake. Please.”

Sharper this time. I swallowed. My hands were shaking. I hugged my sketchbook tighter. He exhaled through his nose. Looked at the blood on his knuckles like it had personally offended him. Then he reached into his jacket, pulled out a black bandana, and started wrapping his hand. I watched, stupidly mesmerized. “Why were you there?” I asked quietly. His eyes flicked to mine. “I was passing through.” “Twice in two days you’ve ‘passed through’ exactly where I am.”

I looked at her legs, the blood was slowly gushing out increasing the pain that she had tried to conceal. “How do I help?” I asked mama taking the stance of a man. “Ikem, get water” she replied almost immediately. Ikem took the bucket and set off swiftly then she turned towards me “you will have to control the bleeding” I nodded my head, taking recognition of the task placed on me. “Find an onugbu leaf, cut as much as possible and find a cloth or wrapper.” I surveyed the forest as I found an onugbu tree, I cut off leaves as much as I could then rushed back to mama.

She pulled her hand in front of her eyes, feeling her heart almost coming to a stop after comfirming her suspiscion. It was Blood. Crimson Red Blood.

“There’s something to all this. So, I’m writing it all down before it gets painted over.” I look up at the wall. “What do you mean?” She pauses for a moment. I can’t tell if she doesn’t want to talk or if she’s trying to figure out how to explain it to me. “There are two chemical structures. Some are hemoglobin. That’s mostly what’s inside of red blood cells. It’s the one that looks like a square. See?” She points out a drawing in her notebook that is square with rounded edges. It looks like a pillow.

Diana commented, raising her hand which was covered in black liquid. "Black...? Vampire...?" she said as she saw this man's injured arm which continued to emit a jet black liquid. “I think it's blood, and I think it's the color of blood that vampires have. There's no mistaking this... This is Raltz's territory, a part of the vampire world. But—” Diana paused her thoughts for a moment. “—I just found out vampires have blood too. I don't think they have it," thought Diana as she tore off her coat to make it into a bandage.

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

“She is going into hypovolemic shock.” Susan felt her stomach drop. Carla was losing blood, too fast. A nurse changed the absorbent sheets; the new one turned red in seconds, soaked. “Blood typing.” Igor ordered, his voice sharp. “Prepare transfusion. Now. We can’t wait.”

It didn't take long to wait, Bryan picked up the call. "Hello Bry, this is about how Alina is doing." "What's wrong with her? Has he regained consciousness?" "Not yet. Her heart condition is very weak. That's because her blood supply is very less. We need blood donors as soon as possible." "What? Now what should we do?" "Alina has blood type AB. This blood type is very rare." "Oh god, my blood type is O. Can't you guys find a donor ASAP?" "I'm sorry, but the blood supply here doesn't have AB. It's very hard to find."

Shaking my head, I leaned over and turned on the lamp beside the couch I sat on and read what was on the page I had found. "Oh," I said, sighing. "What is it?" Cain asked. I shook my head. "It's just a doctor's record of a blood transfusion and the results of a CBC test. "CBC?" Jai asked. "Complete blood count," I explained. "It's a blood panel they typically do before giving a transfusion. It tests the levels of red blood cells, white blood cells, hemoglobin, and platelets. It can also test coagulation risks. They also do it regularly for people with severe anemia"