Blood Draw Hit Nerve Novels & Stories

I ask softly. Zarina reaches for a small silver kit on the nearby tray and pulls on a pair of gloves. “A simple draw from your wrist. I’ll take just a little. Enough to be sure you're good.” I frown. “Why not from the top of my hand?” “Because, it's been poked around a lot while you were unconscious.” She says, pointing at the needle marks. “Okay.” Zarina ties a soft band above my elbow to bring the vein forward. Her touch is gentle, but my pulse skitters wildly under her fingertips.

Nothing Tony had done to him actually hurt, but he'd be a liar if he said it didn't scare him. "W-what the-," he began with a stutter. "Haha, it'll go back to normal in a minute. What I did there was stimulate the motor nerve that runs down yer arm. If enough external force is provided to the points I showed you, it over-stimulates that nerve. Basically, I short-circuited yer arm. Too much stimulation and the slight inflammation clogs up the signal channels from the brain to the arm, so the brain's commands to move can't get through. The force causes just enough inflammation to gum up the works for a minute, so it blocks the brain's commands even further. C'mon, you know how to fix it," Tony

I kept wondering what could be going wrong, I really couldn't understand what was going on as much as I tried. Not long after the doctors left my room, a nurse and one of the doctors came back. The nurse politely asked me to lie down in a comfortable position, with my arm extended and my palm facing up. She cleaned the area of my arm where the blood will be drawn with an antiseptic solution, which will help to reduce the risk of having an infection.

After being in the intensive care unit for 24 hours, Lina's life is now in no danger and she has been moved from the intensive care unit to the general ward. However, Lina was already in a coma, the doctor did countless exhaustive tests, and all the data were normal, but she was unable to regain consciousness. In Lina's head, there was still a bit of blood that had not been dispersed, perhaps due to the suppression of some nerves, Lina couldn't wake up. In this case, they can only rely on blood stasis to self-dissolve and they dare not perform craniotomy. In the brain there are many nerves, if not paying attention to where to touch will cause irreversible consequences that no one can bear.

I nodded, “I do. And it does smell weird.” “Go lay down, Kennedy, and let’s see what’s up. You did your bloodwork?” I nodded. Some poor nurse had the luck to take my blood. She left in tears, but she managed to collect multiple tubes of my blood. Serves her right for not getting it done the first time. What kind of nurse can’t draw blood? I’m white as a fucking lily, and my veins are visible as fuck. I laid down on the table, and he moved my shirt up and my underwear down. Then he put some gel on my stomach, which thankfully he had heated first.

I can feel the beads of sweat already forming at my forehead and my body feels like it’s on fire. “Don’t worry, you’ll just feel a small pinch,” she says, attempting to soothe me. The nurse wipes down a patch of skin near a vein in my arm and holds up a large needle that looks long enough to pierce through my entire body. I feel a prick and my vision starts to blur as I visualize the blood she’s about to drain from me. My body tenses and I’m beginning to lose consciousness when everything instantly goes dark.

A faint ray of sunshine passed through the glassy window pane and touched a face covered in white bandages. The bandages mainly covered the forehead and the right eye. The brief dance of warm sunshine caused his eyelid to flutter and his pulses to quicken. The patient's whole neurological system, including his throat, was startled by the abrupt increase in blood flow. ~cough ~cough ~huff ~cough ~cough ~cough ~huff His chest began to bounce wildly. Shoving his spine forward, forcing him to rise while firmly pushing away the white bed cover that was concealing his waist.

She’s taking my blood. Panic flared up, hot and fast. “Why… what are you doing with my blood?” “It’s done,” the nurse said in her flat, lifeless voice. She pulled the needle out, pressed a small cotton pad to the spot, and turned away to put the syringe and the small vial of blood back on the tray, like she had just done the most ordinary thing in the world. That was the signal. Elvie stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders hard, and shoved me backward so roughly I stumbled and fell against the bed. I gasped, trying to catch my balance, but my body felt like it was made of lead.

The next morning, the doctor called me to discuss the result of the test. I was nervous, and hoping that there's nothing serious at all. "Okay, so here's the result of the test. As you can see, there's no any damages within her brain, no tumor to cause any serious headache. However, since we did a lot of test to her, we found out that it is because of high blood. During the screening, I asked your mother on what part did she felt pain, and she told me that it was on her nape, as well as on her head. Usually, it may cause stroke to a person luckily, you're mom didn't."

My heart was pounding so loudly, that I could barely think. Her eyes were open but unfocused. She wasn’t seeing me. Shit. My mind flashed back to the nurse who had just left. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. I have heard of cases like this before. Without thinking, I lunged for the IV stand. My hands fumbled as I searched for the regulator. My fingers were shaking, but I found it. I turned off the flow immediately and ripped the IV line from her arm. A few drops of liquid dripped onto the floor.