Blood C Novels & Stories

Doctor Welsh: Mr Smith, your daughter is still in a bad condition and she's losing a lot of blood, Her blood group is O and She'll need a blood transfusion from someone with the same blood group as hers Mr Smith: Oh no, my blood group is B Blair: Mine too Austin: Mine is A, I can't donate to her. Mr Smith: (To Doctor Welsh) But don't you have the blood group O in your blood bank? Doctor Welsh: I'm afraid not, we're out of blood group O... If you don't find someone who can donate to her on time then.... Mr Smith: (quivering) Then what? Doctor Welsh: She might not make it (He goes into a ward) Mr Smith: (he falls on the floor crying) What am I going to do now? Blair: Mr Smith, get up, Crying a

Ruby replied, just then Sara walked in with the rest report. "The PCV is ready and she has enough blood still but with the rate at which she is bleeding I don't think it will stay that way," "Yeah, thank you, let me see," She said stretching her hand for the result, thirty percent PCV, she didn't need to be transfused, so long as she doesn't bleed it all out, or maybe she is a normal heavy bleeder. "Do you bleed so much on a normal Annette?" She asked turning to Annette.

she begged. Anthony gave her a meaningful look before bending to retrieve something very carefully from his bag. He held it up for them to see. It was a blood bag filled with dark human blood. The red cells had already settled at the bottom of the bag while the cloudy serum dominated the top of the clear bag. CPDA solution kept the blood from coagulating. “What the hell dude, do you carry that with you?” Chase exclaimed. “I am a doctor, I deal with blood and patient’s every time."

“She needs blood…” “Then take mine”, he cut in, holding out his arm. “She's O+ Charles…”. Charles' face fell, his eyes downcast. “What about the hospital blood bank??” He stammered. “No O+”, Vincent answered, a regretful look in his eyes. “But we've contacted the blood banks of the nearby hospitals, hopefully one of them will have”. Charles gaze scanned everyone, finally landing on Catherine. Catherine shook her head, her lips quivering as a tear slid down her cheek. “I’m AB”.

Gibson said as he stole a look at the man before pulling his gaze back to the paper. “Yes. She shares the same blood group as Kimberly,” The other man said, “Previous studies confirmed that CLL patients’ most common blood group is the A group. However, after several years of research, it was proven that blood group O is predominant. Regarding CML cases, it was said that the most predominant blood group in CML patients is the O and B blood groups. The B blood group which both Rose and late Kim fall under.” There was not a single word from Gibson as he read the paper, his lips formed a thin line.

Their family was on the brink of bankruptcy. Meanwhile, Chase's mini-empire was also crumbling due to his feud with our family. Lucille still brought him back to the Gervais family. When her father saw him, I heard he immediately shot him in the chest. His injury was way worse this time. Due to overwhelming grief, Lucille lost a lot of blood during childbirth, and her baby didn't survive. In the aftermath of such sorrow, the Gervais family took their anger out on Chase. I heard he was taken back to the Gervais family and severely beaten. In the end, he succumbed to his fatal injuries.

"The patient is Rh-negative." At that, Seth's face turned ghostly pale. His voice came out trembling. "I'm type B." Rh-negative blood was rare, like a red wolf's. And of everyone there, only Bella had it. Without hesitation, she stepped forward. "I'm Rh-negative. I'll do it." The memories of her last life were still vivid. She had come so far—she couldn't let things play out the same way again. Led by the nurse, she gave a full thousand milliliters of blood.

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

"Like I got buried under a cathedral. But I'm healing faster than the doctors expected—vampire blood in the bond is helping." "That's one benefit of our impossible relationship. Shared healing." There was a smile in his voice, which made the frigid situation feel a little warmer. "Doctors say you can go home tomorrow if there are no problems." But Sera—" "I know. Rest. Take it easy. Don't immediately throw myself into danger." She shifted in bed, ribs protesting. "I'll be good. Probably." "That's what I'm worried about."

I asked, my voice unsteady. The doctor let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, he’s lost a lot of blood.” My eyes widened as I clenched my fist. “Is he okay?” I muttered. “He’s stable for now, but I can’t predict what will happen later. He needs blood,” the doctor continued. I wiped my tears. “What type of blood?” I asked. “We need O-negative. It’s not in our blood bank and this blood is very rare,” he responded. “I’m O-negative,” I replied. “Give him my blood.”