Blood Chart Homestuck Novels & Stories

She said, and I rushed to where the emergency ward was. Reaching for a coat, I picked up a stethoscope and rushed to check. Marian came towards me, and I knew every minute counted. Although we had been vaccinated against the poison. I knew Brandon, Lucas, and Summer's wolf might be in jeopardy. Was the moon punishing me for not being able to make up my mind about Lucas? "Where is their blood work?" I asked. "It is an unregistered substance, but they read positive for some compounds in Agk32," She said, handing me the chart.

My fingers went to the tape securing the plastic line to my hand ready to rip it out. “I really wouldn’t do that.” I froze. A man in a white coat stood in the doorway, a sympathetic smile on his face. I could read his badge from my bed. Dr. Ellis. “You need those fluids, Ms. Hale. You’ve run your tank into the red.” He moved into the room, his eyes on the monitors before they settled on me. “Do you remember what happened?” “I’m fine,” I croaked. I even sounded pitiful to myself. “Your hemoglobin levels suggest otherwise.” He picked up a chart as he continued. “And given your condition, that’s not something we can ignore.” He let the statement hang. My hand stilled on the IV tape. I knew what

Adrian attacks my ONE weakness, “Doctor’s order!” I stare at my empty hands, impressed at his speed. Sports is not my thing, but strategy is: “I’ll tell Aurora that you tried to sabotage my marriage!” The chip bag is back in my hands. “Okay, you can have that one bag,” Adrian clears his throat as if that wasn’t a surrender, “seriously though, the doctor said you need to pay more attention to nutrition and stuff. Your test results are showing symptoms of anemia.” Because of a bloodsucker that I’m trying to cut out of my life. I dart my eyes away, not answering to that.

Chandler nodded. "I suppose." The doctor came back into the room, a grim expression plastered on his face. "Is everything alright?" I asked him, suddenly worried. "Unfortunately, no," He said. "We're not going to be able to transfuse your blood." "Why? Is something wrong with it?" He shook his head. "Quite the opposite, really. It's much too potent for Mr. Chandler." "Too potent?" Vega asked. "What does that mean?" "You come from a very strong lineage of Lycanthropes, Your Highness," he said to me.

“So, your test results have just came in.” Eloise held her breath and observed the doctor’s face. It was concerning how he frowned as he looked at the papers. “And it seems like your blood work has been getting worse,” he said. Eloise didn’t know what to say. Deep down, she knew that he was getting worse, and it made her feel miserable how she couldn’t afford his treatment. “His platelets are down while his white blood cells are up. With this kind of result, I would suggest that he get chemotherapy as soon as possible.”

He hummed happily as he moved to the centrifuge where one vial of her blood spun rapidly. The burgundy red liquid had already yielded great results showing that Aria was a walking jackpot of blood perfection. Dr. Hensley read the report written on the computer. “Elevated hemoglobin levels, regenerative markers off the charts and there were beautiful anomalies in her DNA that he had not even begun to decipher. He tapped his pen on his notepad, scribbling down some calculations.

I said "which makes her my responsibility" Voss said nothing. Just handed me a slip of paper with a room number and before she left, she said, "She heals fast, faster than most wolves and humans." And with that she walked away. As I enter her room, the first thing I did was to sneak a peek at her chart. Her blood work was flagged: Anomalous Cellular Regeneration.

"He's still useful. Don't take the shoulder out." "I know," I say. "You have that look." "What look." "The one where you've decided to be thorough." She looks up then. Meets my eyes over Caruso's pinned head. "Not yet." Not yet. I file that. Step back. Let Caruso peel his face off the worktable and assess the damage — a split lip now, blood on the concrete surface, his left eye already beginning to close from the impact. "Sit down," I tell him. He sits.

"Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!! "Today, we need to avenge Rachel's family no matter what!" Charles stepped in front of me and turned to me with panic. "The footage didn't catch the face. What now?" He was right. Maeve had been careful; she'd even wiped fingerprints. It was obvious she'd planned this. Before I could speak, Maeve grabbed Freddie's arm. "Did you all see clearly? Is that me? Does that match my image? No wonder Lydia kept mumbling on the phone about running into some trouble. Turns out she hit someone!"

I’m not one to judge other people’s culture, but this is strange. “Get on the couch, Caroline,” she urges gently, and I do just that. I lay on the couch, belly exposed and looked straight at the ceiling. Salvatore stays close. One of the … nurses takes a drop of my blood. I watch as she takes a drop of Seb’s blood, too, and hands it to Belle, who prays again. Curiously, I watch as our merged blood in the vial starts to turn amber. My heart races because the blood seems to be moving.