Blood Chart Homestuck Novels & Stories

A tech squeezed into the room, eyes wide at the compressed tableau: adolescent on a table, Luna at his chest, Alpha at the wall like a tethered storm. “We’ll take it from here, Dr. Hale,” the tox consultant said. It wasn’t a dismissal. It was relief. Lyra nodded once, hand easing off Jamie’s sternum. “Watch for rebound stutter at the two-hour mark,” she said. “And run Ren’s full panel, not just the Council’s sanitized version.” The consultant blinked. “You have Ren’s panel?” “I do now,” she said. “Use it.” They maneuvered Jamie out, Mei going with them.

Vane is adjusting his stethoscope, his eyes narrow, cold, and entirely too suspicious. Just relax, Aiden, he says, his voice flat and devoid of any human empathy. I need to run a full blood panel. The board needs assurance that your recovery is progressing as promised. I swallow hard, my throat feeling like it is lined with jagged sandpaper. I am fine, Vane. You have my charts. You have the reports from the last specialist. Is this really necessary?

The doctor rushed inside, his face pale, breath unsteady like he’d been searching the whole floor for someone. “There’s a problem,” he said. “Mrs. Hart’s latest test results just came in.” I stepped forward. “What happened? Is she worse?” The doctor shook his head quickly. “Not her. You.” My heart stopped for a second. “What do you mean?” His eyes landed on me with a weight that made my knees weaken. “We found something in your bloodwork,” he said. “Something you need to see.” I blinked. “My bloodwork? Why was my bloodwork being checked again?”

It was heavier than I expected, the plastic cool and slightly slick beneath my fingers. The label was unmistakable. My name. My age. My blood type. Hemoglobin. Iron indices. Hormonal panels. Date drawn. Four weeks ago. Another bag beneath it showed a date two weeks before that. Another before that. My breath shortened sharply. When had he taken my blood?

Jack growled. “It’s ‘Corrupted Bloodline’!” Finch’s voice boomed through the channel, filled with terror. “The Council’s alchemy is flawed! It uses the host’s ‘anger’ and ‘humiliation’ as fuel! What Hayley did… she just… she poured nuclear fuel into the reactor! He’s going to go out of control!” In the banquet hall, the guests finally realized something was wrong. Vance let out a deafening roar as his body began to swell and contort. The sound of bones shattering and reforming was clearly audible; his skin tore like rags, revealing a black, carapace-like substance beneath.

with I grabbed a syringe and I draw up and whole 10 ml syringe and I place some in a test tube and I let my machine work it magic I got a strong whiff of a mixture of Wolfsbane, silver , Vervain, and a tranquilizer in the fluid that I removed from his lungs we will see what the test shows, then I worked my way to the kidneys they were perfectly healthy as well all his other organs were in prefect condition I notice that the oxygen going to his blood stream was being stopped or his was being bleed at the time, that would explain the lack of healing even though he had wolfsbane and silver and vervain and tranquilizer in his system his bear and wolf should of being able to heal the broken bo

He was frowning hard, and his muscles were tensed up. It did not seem right. Mable took his pulse and found that his Qi and blood were unstable. ‘How could this be?’ Mable immediately tensed up. A normal person’s pulse should not be like that. “Have the family doctor bring a medical kit over. I want to draw his blood for a blood test,” Mable said to Tracey. When Solomon heard that, he asked nervously, “Mable, is something wrong with Master Blair?” “He should be fine. I’m just doing a blood test for him so we can be more at ease.”

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.

Her heart rate climbing from the wrong side of critical toward something that resembled sustainable. Blood pressure: seventy over fifty. Eighty over sixty. The oxygen monitor ticked upward one digit at a time like it was doing us a personal favor. Dr. Chen let out a breath that she must have been holding for ten minutes. Her shoulders dropped half an inch. “It’s working.” She said it quietly, like she was afraid to jinx it. “The Lycan blood is catalyzing her own healing. Her body is responding.” I realized my free hand was gripping the chair arm hard enough to crack the wood.

Truthfully, I didn't want to let go either. "The silver levels in your bloodstream have decreased significantly," Dr. Winters said, studying the monitors. "Your Alpha healing is finally overcoming the toxin. We'll need to run more tests, but this is very promising." They brought water and some bland food for Carson, then looked pointedly at me. "Ms. Briarthorn should eat something too," one of the nurses said to Carson rather than me. "She's barely touched food in days." Carson's eyes narrowed as he looked at me. "Could you bring food for her too. Now please."