Blood Chart Homestuck Novels & Stories

It has been cremated and thrown away according to your instructions," he said solemnly and sincerely. The redness on Nicole's face faded gradually and turned pale. It seemed like she was the one who was anemic. She took a step back and almost lost her balance. She shook her head and asked in a daze, "How is it possible?" Simon grabbed her arm. "Nicole, what's wrong with you? "It doesn't matter if he's dead. This little girl has Rh-negative blood, too. She should be able to give me a blood transfusion." Nicole looked at Simon after he finished speaking. She had an extremely terrifying and complicated expression.

At her last words, Xander was tempted to say there is no god but he held himself back. This is not the time. Nor he wants to unnecessarily dim the faith lighting up Beth's eyes for Scarlett. He needs to go and talk to Mike. ______________________ "Hemodialysis and hemoperfusion." Having dark eyes with flecks of silver shimmering in them in pure concentration, Xander listened to the words coming out of the doctor's mouth carefully, absorbing each word of his.

Elias stopped short. His face went cold, and he promptly exploded. "What nonsense are you talking about? It was only about 68 ounces of blood. How could anything happen to her? Besides, that blood wasn't even really hers to begin with!" Rachel was trembling. "But Ms. Starling has been in poor health after back-to-back surgeries. By the time they drew about 27 ounces, her veins had already collapsed, and then they forced it up to nearly 68—"

"The ancestral liquor in this sector is brewed with wolfsbane extracts to test a bloodline’s resilience, Chika," Lucien muttered, his knuckles turning white against the armrest of his transport chair as the banquet hall cleared out. "My uncles are intentionally pressing the glasses to see if my system can still filter the toxicity. If your core isn't built for heavy tactical sedation, you need to return to the barracks immediately."

He had confidently written her a script for real, high-grade prenatal vitamins and heavy iron supplements to help her flush the poison and regain her strength, sending the fiercely protective Beta and his mate on their way with a completely false sense of security. But looking closely at the deeper cytology sequencing printed on page three right now—the complex cellular breakdown he hadn't fully scrutinized in his rush—something was horribly, impossibly off. The numbers didn't align with any known toxicological decay. "Never mind, Sarah," Chatmory said suddenly, his voice dropping to a harsh, tight whisper that made the nurse jump. He sank slowly back into his leather chair, the coat forgott

Not to mention having to rely on himself because Storm is away. “You saved me. Thank you.” He shrugs and flashes me that smile. “I remember calling you, nothing after that. Tell me everything that happened afterwards,” I urge. There must be a reason he transferred me here. He sighs and fills me in. I cannot help but worry about Xael. From what he says, he did not sound good at all. Not only that, I insisted that he had thorough checks ups every year. There is absolutely no reason he should be having multiple bleeds in his brain. He always held his head as if in pain and had nose bleeds when he fought the spell. Now I am wondering if resisting it is the reason. I have never heard of this in m

MAYA'S POV Reed had arranged three chairs around his desk rather than sitting behind it, which told me everything before he opened his mouth: a man who'd delivered enough difficult news to know that furniture arrangement was its own kind of language. "The standard blood panel came back unremarkable," he said, opening a folder he'd clearly already memorized. "Human markers, normal ranges, nothing that would flag in any conventional medical context." A pause, deliberate. "So I ran the secondary panel; the one we use for pack members with complex lineage, for cases where standard typing doesn't tell the full story."

This is nothing. She doesn't notice my arm tensing. "You're very brave. Most people get nervous for blood work." I watch my blood fill vial after vial. Dark red. Rich. Alive. In my first timeline, toward the end, my blood was thin and pale. They could barely get enough for testing. My bone marrow had stopped producing healthy cells, stopped doing its job, stopped keeping me alive. "All done!" She presses cotton to the injection site, tapes it down. "Results should be in the system by tomorrow afternoon. Dr. Morrison will call you."

I whispered. Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t wipe them away. I couldn’t. If I moved— If I blinked— It might all become real. “We need the father’s blood,” the doctor continued carefully. “It’s the only match strong enough to stabilize him.” I closed my eyes. Kharl. The name echoed in my head like a storm. Where are you? Why aren’t you here yet? The guilt came crashing down again. If I had told him sooner…

“Please, this is a place that should be kept as clean as possible, please go change, if I can smell you from here, it's not a good sign.” I didn't care if they would be offended, I approached the bed, looking at the chart, Perseus Heroux, male, 32 years old, light brown hair, curly and short, body not very muscular, but certainly from someone who usually trains, he seems to emit some aura of authority, even though he was unconscious, maybe it was the scars. I was in difficult conditions because I was not able to filter the toxins in the blood, since I have the Bombay type, that is, false O, I arched my eyebrow again, after all, that was my blood type.