Blood Chart Homestuck Novels & Stories

After laying Danica on the table, I turned and met Bryllie’s anxious gaze as she hovered closely behind where I stood. "You go wait in the hall with Aunt Bella." I instructed. "But I want to stay and make sure mom’s okay." Bryllie argued. "Doesn’t she need blood? She can take mine." "I’ll give mine." I insisted. "Yours is no good." Feeling stunned, I snapped my gaze to Chester as he eyed me. "What did you just say?" "You’ve been in a coma for five years." He explained. "Your blood is very thin, and it would be extremely dangerous to use it."

He took a little breath before answering, “OliviasCrypt.” “Stupid,” Ted muttered. “What?” Zane asked. She shook her head. “They’re on one of my lists. Send me what you have now, Shotz.” “Coming your way.” We all waited to keep from distracting him. “Got it,” Ted said. “Does transformation infarction have anything to do with thin blood?” I asked the others. “It can,” Alicia said. “Troubles with transformations have many causes, but yes, people with leukemia and other blood illnesses tend to avoid transforming outside emergencies. Why?”

I scrolled down to Appendix C. The page displayed a digital scan of a certified medical certificate. It bore the official gold seal of the State Biological Registry Office, stamped at 6:15 AM. Below the seal sat the raw data from the blood draw we had forced through an hour ago. The chemical markers showed zero trace of synthetic blockers. The charts revealed a massive, permanent spike in shared endocrine compatibility, followed by a high-resolution photograph of the left side of Elliot’s neck. The fresh, deep crescent mark of my fangs was unmistakable—the skin swollen and dark with the seal of a permanent Alpha claim.

Kayhan said politely. I stepped forward, pressed the red activation button, and the room flooded with emerald shadowmagic light. Thin beams expanded in a slow rotation, scanning the space in a 360-degree arc. Shadows shimmered briefly where the light passed, almost bending with it. Kayhan watched the holographic display flicker to life on his monitor. “The readings are unstable,” he murmured. “There’s a chemical spike near the drains and this exam table. But the pattern’s… odd.” “Let me see,” I said, leaning over his shoulder.

different. Not bad, but healthier. I thought it was the medication settling, his mind finally repairing. It was the Changeling feeding on the last of Seb's soul. I'd been too late by the time I'd seen his medical chart - his blood draw - and saw no medication in his system. But there was traces of mercury, something Changelings seemed to possess alot of in the venom that replaced their victims blood. The swirl on his back was a marking, a connection to the hive.

“Don’t be nervous. After tomorrow, everything will finally feel right.” He said nothing. --- Later, in his study, Allan opened the box that held his cufflinks. Two silver pieces lay inside—Storm Ridge’s crest carved with sharp precision. But something else was wedged beneath the velvet. A crumpled parchment. He frowned and pulled it free. It was medical parchment. A bill from Greywood Hospital. Patient: Emerie Whitestone Diagnosis: Advanced blood-curse. Stage IV. Terminal. The room tilted. He reread the words.

Anytime I see him, I could feel his fang deep down in my neck, about to break it. My heartbeat pick up and I started walking towards my room, I entered and close the door. It's been three days now and I've been ignoring him, well, I always leave a glass of my blood on the kitchen counter and he always drink it. I don't bother to ask him to heal me, I do it the natural way, first aid kit. But, I won't lie, I've been feeling dizzy and weak lately, like I'm loosing my blood. I didn't tell anyone, I'm guessing there's a healing spell in the spell book that I could use to help myself. I walk towards the drawer, I opened it and grab the spell book.

“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”.

KAEL The doctor looked like he’d aged ten years in ten minutes. Blood on his coat, sweat on his forehead, eyes all tired and sorry. “We’re losing her,” he said flat out. “Too much blood gone already. We need a transfusion now or she’s not making it another hour.” I just stared at him. My brain wasn’t working right. “Then do it. You got omega blood here, right?” He shook his head slow. “That’s the problem. Her blood… it’s not matching any of the omega stores we got. None of them. Not a single bag.”

“You want me to do what exactly?” I screamed at Kara like she had suddenly developed horns. “To run a supernatural DNA scan, nothing much. It's just to help us and rule out certain things as a confirmatory test,” she suggested, and what annoyed me the most was how casually she said it like there might be a possibility that I'm not fully human. “You must be joking, right?” Kara shrugged, less concerned. “We all witnessed when Eli partially shifted. There's a high probability that something uncommon in your blood activated such a reaction. We need this test to detect the exact thing we are battling with."