Blood Chart Homestuck Novels & Stories

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

But now? The static is gone. It’s quiet. My thoughts are my own. Sharp and clear. "Good," I say, swinging my legs off the table. "Let her rest." "There is... something else, Alpha." I freeze, my hand reaching for my blood-stained shirt. Aris looks uncomfortable. He shifts his weight, looking at his clipboard rather than my eyes. "What?" "We ran a full blood panel. Standard protocol for a suicide attempt, to check for toxins or drugs."

The heterochromia was still there—one eye crimson, one gold—even beneath closed lids. Bryan set his guitar against the wall. "Any change?" "Her vitals are stronger," Classy said, setting the tray on the nightstand. "Shadowalker checked her aura last night. Said the light and dark are integrating. It's just... taking time." Bryan sat in the chair beside the bed, taking Amy's hand. Cool, but not cold. A middle temperature. "Hey, sleeping beauty. Cara's making disgusting smoothies again. You're missing out."

Asked me questions about the fatigue, when it started, how it progressed, and whether it was constant or triggered by specific activities. “It’s worse when I use my powers,” I said. “Even small uses. The shadows drain me more than they should.” Maren made a note. Exchanged a glance with Ellis that I caught but they thought I didn’t. “We’re going to run some bloodwork,” Maren said. “Full panel. And I’d like to run one more test.” She hesitated. The hesitation of a healer who was about to ask something personal. “When was your last cycle?” I blinked. “My ... what?”

Adrian POV On a random Tuesday afternoon, I was reviewing the files that came through the foundation's care program, which was a normal administrative routine. I pulled Natasha’s son's blood type from the admission record, as I was referencing the child's blood work against the treatment protocol, specifically checking if his blood type affected the recommended concentration of the stabilizer we had used in the emergency, I saw his blood type was B negative, and I remembered Charles’ file to confirm what I remembered his blood type to be from the test we ran; it was A+ I pulled out my phone and opened a basic genetics reference to confirm what I had already known. I read it through because I

“Mr. Hart. Thank you for coming in.” Celeste sat. I didn’t. I stayed by the door, arms folded, every muscle locked. Dr. Chen opened the chart. “We have the latest labs.” I watched Celeste’s spine straighten, the only outward sign she was bracing herself. “The numbers are worse than last month,” Dr. Chen said quietly. “White count is dropping faster than we projected. Platelets are critically low. The fatigue, bruising, and recurrent infections are all consistent with disease acceleration.”

It was impossible. I took a sharp step back. I needed to distance myself. I needed to stop acting like a grieving mother and start acting like a doctor. "I need to see his charts," I said, turning away from the bed. I walked to the monitors at the foot of the bed. I scanned the data. His white blood cell count was zero. His magic levels were critical. His organs were shutting down one by one. This wasn't a disease. It was a massacre inside his own body. The "Blood Curse" was real. His own magic was eating him alive from the inside out.

“The real ones. Not the sanitized nonsense Helena gives the Council.” Hearing his mother’s name made something cold prickle across my skin. I ignored it and opened the file. At first, it looked normal. Routine checkups. Bloodwork. Notes about her shifting cycles. But then I saw the energy charts. The numbers didn’t make sense. They dipped, rose, dipped again, then plummeted after the official announcement of the bond. Each decline was steeper. Each climb became shorter. By the time I reached last night’s report, my mouth had gone dry.

Harris in the diagnostic room, demanding the precise chemical classification of the blood. “The canister contains RH-negative Type O blood,” the healer stated, adjusting his lenses. “This specific lineage marker operates as a universal donor across the entire RH-negative spectrum.” My ears stopped registering the technical explanations that followed. The runes had crystallized in my mind. Helena Moreau’s blood classification matched the healer's description with absolute precision. Could my broken sister have surrendered her vital life force to anchor my boy's core? With a dark shadow crossing my features, I pulled my transceiver from my tunic and punched the frequency for Daniel's terminal.

The doctor was drawing my blood to test how badly I'd been poisoned. "Your Lycan half should fight and clean your blood if the infection isn't too far," he said firmly and ran the red substance into his Theranos machine. As we waited for the results Violet sat next to me holding my hand. Instead of nervously wringing her own she would periodically squeeze mine. I thought it was cute. I could hear knocking coming from my front door even from upstairs and glanced up at Harkin and then Mabel. "I will answer it," Harkin grunted and headed out of the room. Violet was acting nervously and I squeezed her hand.