Blood Donor And Receiver Chart Novels & Stories

ARIA Honestly, I'm really scared, my body's gonna be so weak after this, I can't believe I still have to give him my blood after the pain he had caused me. I pull away from the glass and handed it to Anna, I refused to give Maxine cause I know Ocean and her don't get along too well, who knows what would happen if I had given her. But at the end, it was both of them that are taking it to him because Maxine said she really wanted to see the clown face. Her words not mine. "While you're at it, can you get some clothes I could use for the week?" I asked. They both shared a look before nodding. I sigh and frown. I'm not sure I'll be able to survive it with this dizziness I'm feeling.

While the nurse gave her an assessing look and glanced at the doctor, the doctor looked from her to Brian and back, then asked, "And you are?" "Elizabeth West. What's his blood group?" "His girlfriend," Brian supplied. Recognition dawned on both their faces. "He is a rare AB negative, ms, West. We are contacting--" "I am a B negative. Can I donate?" While the doctor and nurse shared a look, the doctor's asking and the nurse's hopeful, Beth waited with baited breath. Nodding once, the doctor turned to them and said, "We'll carry out a few tests and--"

“Hi, I’m Harriet Stenet, your donor liaison.” Amaija Klein. This is Brin and Zara.” She nods, focusing on me. “So, Ms. Klein, I’d like to jump right in if that’s okay?” “I’m ready to jump,” I say. “Great. Do you have a preference for the donor’s race?” “Race doesn’t matter.” “Age?” “Age doesn’t matter either.” “Education?” “I’m pretty smart, so the kid’s got a good shot with half my DNA,” I say, not wanting to rule out anyone over a fancy degree.

And inside my chest, something sank slowly, like glass slipping from someone’s hand onto a marble floor. The doctor turned to me. “We’ll still run a rapid typing and crossmatch to confirm, but on paper this is a very good match. As for you, Madam...” his eyes flicked down to another page, “based on the initial labs we took, you’re O positive. So for a packed red cell transfusion tonight, you’re not an ideal donor for Poppy.” Oh. Okay. Of course my body couldn’t even help in the simple, cinematic way. All I could do was stand there and nod once, as if that information hadn’t just slapped the back of my neck.

Clara went with the nurse , who took a blood sample from Clara and ran a test. Clara returned to the waiting room and tried to calm down Helma. Helma had sweats all over her body and her eyes swollen already. The nurse got back and inhaled "miss, your blood group does not match with his. We need to get another donor" she stated. Helma cleaned her eyes and responsed quickly "me. I can donate mine. I am a universal donor" she said rushing to the nurse.

The douchebag beat me to it once again. He might have said it first, but that doesn’t mean that he would be the chosen one. “I could donate,” I offered, making everyone turn to face me. “You would be the right donor, Alpha,” the doctor said with a smile. “Because both of you have the same blood type, which is O-. Having the same blood type would be the best option.”

, I asked him. "Miss, they have lost a lot of blood. We need blood donors.", he said. I know Dhara's blood group is B+ve and Shreya's is O+ve. "You can take my blood. Dhara's and mine are same blood. I will check for O+ve donors.", I said. "Ok, be fast. We don't have much time.", he said. Kirush Bhai came at that time. I just broke down when I saw him. Whatever I kept within came out in the form of tears. I hugged him.

I'm a failure, not a mate. The nurse quickly looks at the chart and clears her throat. "AB negative." Enya grabs me by the wrist and holds me at bay. I should be running through the packhouse, looking for donors, but this woman is trying to hold me back. Yet, the next moment, I understand why. "That's mine. Do you need more donors, or is one enough?" She winks at me, looking like the ladies from the movies. Those ladies have a neon sign on their forehead that says, "I got this."

“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”.

“The patient’s condition requires a large amount of blood. Could you also help us search for other potential donors with the same type?” Althea’s face drained of color, her chest tightening. “Does this hospital have any reserves?” “We’ve already checked the blood bank,” the doctor replied, his tone grim. “The supply of O negative is extremely low—almost nonexistent. Your son cannot receive O positive. Only O negative will work. We’re contacting other hospitals in the network, but time is running short.” Her hands clenched the fabric of her blouse, twisting tightly. “So… what you’re saying is, if there isn’t a donor—?” Her voice cracked, the end of the sentence breaking into a sob.