Blood Chart Homestuck Novels & Stories

My cheeks were crimson as I listened to her speak, “Oh… thank you, I guess.” “There’s nothing to be shy about,” She giggled, “Being a blood vessel isn't a strange thing in this area… it’s just a little strange for the Baron to purchase one because… well, he hates blood vessels.” Her words sent shivers running down my spine. No wonder he looked at me with such disgust. Somehow, it was all beginning to make sense. The baron was truly a nice person. He came to my rescue and fed me his blood to heal me. Then to keep me safe from the hands of the owner of Feeders Corp and other vampires, he had no choice but to hire me.”

I looked at the heart monitor and saw her pulse dangerously low. “Why haven’t you started the surgery yet?” I asked the doctor. “There is something wrong. We gave her your blood and waited ten minutes for her heart to beat stronger, but it never did. For some reason your blood isn’t healing her alpha” Dr. Hunt answered. “That doesn’t make any sense. Why would her body refuse my blood? A pure blood?” I asked incredulously. “I could only think of one thing that would prevent the body from healing itself, even when injecting it with pure blood. She must have wolfs bane in her system. That’s the only thing that makes sense. I drew some blood from her and sent it to our lab for quick examination”

Hilda touched my face before walking off. Cassius came in afterward bearing several flowers. "I'm sorry for your loss, Elena." His deep baritone reverberated in the room. "Is she really gone, Cass? That doesn't even seem possible." I shook my head. "It is fine, don't stress yourself thinking. I just want you to feed and return back to sleep even though your room now smells like a farm they rear pigs." Cass shoved his hand into his pocket and brought out a bag of blood before muttering. "It is O positive, your favorite."

"You drank it, my blood, pure vampire blood. Now you are part of the Haltz Clan and my right hand." Al immediately wiped his mouth roughly, "Why are you being so arbitrary!?" he said annoyed. "Oh yeah...? That's just how I am," he replied coldly. #to be continued in Chapter 3.1 - Ignored

The doctor said. Chaos sighs and leans back to his bed, his relief as he heard the doctor said. “You need to calm down baby, they’re getting blood from you.” Peace said. “I will baby, I will.” He said and took a deep breath then turned his head to River. “Fight f*cker, you have a lot of questions to answer to me again.” Blood Lewis POV “The f*ck is that?” I said to Trent as I saw numbers and letters that I can’t even process.

“And you’re comparing these to your baseline from five years ago.” He paused with a pinch of frown. “Before Xavier.” “Yes.” He set the papers down and turned to face me completely. His grey eyes were flat but there was something underneath the flatness. “My blood needs a counterpart,” I said before he could say it. The words came out too fast and I hated that but I kept going anyway. “It’s not stable on its own. It never was. I thought it was but I was wrong. When I was living normally, not being drained constantly, it balanced itself somehow. But Xavier’s been taking so much that he’s destabilizing the entire compound. My blood is breaking down because it needs something external to keep it

The male doctor looked at him for a moment. “Your blood type?” Sebastian answered before I could even remember how to breathe normally again. “A negative.” There was a brief pause. The doctor opened the chart in his hands, turned a page, then gave a quick nod. “Poppy is A negative too.” The world did not stop. That was exactly the problem. The world kept going. The lights stayed on. The AC kept humming. The white flowers still looked expensive and useless. And inside my chest, something sank slowly, like glass slipping from someone’s hand onto a marble floor.

She pulled up data on a portable display. "Your preliminary blood work shows some concerning results," Vasquez continued. "Your red blood cell count is significantly depleted. Your hemoglobin levels are very low. Your platelet count is slightly elevated, which suggests your body is trying to compensate for the blood loss. Your Strain concentration is at 99.98% purity." She looked directly at Melina. "The extraction process has accelerated your Strain expression beyond even our most pessimistic projections," Vasquez said. "Your blood is now lethal at trace exposure levels. Even a single drop of your blood in an open wound could cause system failure in a supernatural being."

"Dr. Howell examined me. He wanted me to drink more water and avoid spicy food." "Then why did you eat so much spicy food at lunch?" Violet felt pity for her daughter, and she also felt remorse. Whitney stuck out her tongue, hiding all the sorrow in her heart. At the side, Mick looked troubled. He had compared his bone marrow before. It wasn't suitable for Whitney. Novya had also compared Violet's bone marrow in secret. It also wasn't compatible with Whitney's. Mick thought, "Maybe Carl can give it a try." After all, Carl was Whitney's father.

the condensed residue of a century of unregulated extraction. "Mia’s fever is up to 102.4," Sarah said. Her voice sounded thin, stripped of the resonant warmth the Sombra-link usually provided. She had to rely entirely on the visual cues of her daughter’s distress—the flush of the cheeks, the shallow rise and fall of the chest. "The Thorne-Standard stabilizers aren't holding, Elias. Her blood-oxygen is dropping. The synthetic marrow we gave her... it’s not producing enough red cells without the stabilization frequency."