Blood Chart Homestuck Novels & Stories

Purple blood leaked from its arm. A mutant.

I explained. “I need you to run some tests on this blood. I’m especially interested in the hemoglobin levels. The patient has had excessive bleeding at least twice in less than twenty-four hours. I need to confirm if they need a transfusion.” I outlined as I held out the sample. “Um, sure, Beta Alexander. I’ll get right on it.” Ivo nodded. “Welcome back.” He smiled as he popped his earbuds back in, spinning to return to his task.

Emmet leaned down and reached over to the sandwiches which had been left over from lunch and began to fill his empty stomach while he waited for the final verdict of his non consensual blood test. He chewed moodily on the too dry bread and lamented that the only liquids present were all too warm for his tastes in that very moment. “It looks like you have the same nanobots as Jasper inside of you, and because of the fact that you have the same blood type, I’m going to guess that his blood was directly transfused into you,” the doctor summarised, before adding on the end,” You also need more vitamin D.” “What blood type do I have?” Emmet asked out of curiosity, mildly wondering why he wasn’t n

— An hour later, vindicated but bone-tired, Helena returned to the resident lounge. The chaos of the trauma had pushed Alexander's confusing results far into the background, but now, in the quiet of the empty lounge, the image of his perfect blood work flashed back into her mind with renewed intensity. She pulled up the report on her tablet, scrolling through the numbers: Alexander Grant (Research Subject 401) Metabolic Panel: WNL CBC: WNL Cardiac Enzymes: WNL Liver Function: WNL Kidney Function: WNL Everything: Normal Helena stared at the screen.

I asked. Harrison nodded. “That’s what I’ve hypothesized, at least. Unfortunately, the particles really don’t like to be observed. It’s like they have minds of their own. They jump around like they’re personally avoiding me.” He snorted and tugged at one of his red curls. “I see.” I furrowed my brow. “I wonder if dialysis would help her.” “Dialysis?” Harrison went pale. “No, no! You can’t extract the particles directly from her bloodstream. The moment they interact with a fresh blood source, they’ll heat up and boil her from the inside out.”

“Unintentionally, yes, Your Grace. This compound already overworks her vital organs, and it needs to be in a balanced state. Any sudden incline or decline will cause her to go into shock, accompanied by a loss of control of normal bodily functions, be it a focal seizure or, in this case, transient vision loss. Whatever’s in her blood—it’s not something I’ve seen before. It reacts aggressively to chemicals.” Bartholomew’s jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening. “Then fix it,” he ordered sharply. “Find out what’s in her blood. I don’t care how long it takes or how much it costs. I want her stable. I want her well.” The doctor inclined his head. “Yes, Your

I'm so glad the rooms were custom designed for families. "He is stable alpha, Simon looks at the machines and charts, vampire blood has healed the fatal injury perfectly and he will make a full recovery. If you need me call",he runs out after being paged. Hunter pov I watch Hannah yawn again and chart but her eyes keep closing and I'm about to snap. I go and just pick her up making the nurses giggle.

His eyes, as he watches his daughter, are filled with an agony and grief that I’m sure are reflected in my own. My father pulls up a chair and waits with us. It isn’t long after that Dr. Harris returns. He nods his head at each of us. “Alpha, Alpha, Guardian. I have the results of Cara’s blood work.” He stops and looks at all of us. “Bad news first. Her body is flooded with the Beta’s venom. It has spread throughout her system. The good news. It is being rejected. In every instance of blood that we tested, it is being rejected.”

“I need birth rank, complete blood count with differential and exposure to both wolfsbane and silver. The results of those will guide what else I need.” “Make certain those items are in his chart and put a rush on getting him into radiology.” “What do I tell them the reason for the rush is on a child that’s been here nearly two days?” The remaining nurse asks. “There was a mix up in his chart. He’s here under Operation Underground and internal bleeding needs to be ruled out before he can transfer to the receiving pack.” I can hear the nurse typing the information in quickly. “I don’t do this often so you better be right about this.”

That light was too pure and bright, revealing me for who I was. The filth churning inside me was something detestable and loathsome. It was so overwhelming that I did not dare to touch it. After it happened a few times, Ethan developed stomach problems. When I was not paying attention, he would endure the pain silently with his brows tightly furrowed. He was too afraid to let me find out and never told me. It was not until one morning, after staying up all night to care for me, that he fainted from the pain at his office. That was when I realized just how severe his condition had become.