Blood Draw Hit Nerve Novels & Stories

Odessa’s ECG machine began to beep crazily; her heartbeat was spiking high. “Did you reduce the pressure?” Ray yelled. “Yes, doc!” Right before their eyes, Odessa’s body began to convulse and jerk badly. “Evelyn! Now!...You! Assist Her!” Evelyn and two other nurses stood around Odessa's bed, trying to hold down her body. “The blood is moving backward!” Someone yelled and the guys watching from the viewing room stood to their feet. “Quick, detach the lines from the King!” Ray yelled. One of the nurses was careless, and she pulled out the syringe sharply, causing blood to spray in the room.

“It also means he’s got something to hide. I look forward to hearing what it is.” He taps a syringe against the table, flicking the plastic barrel to clear an air bubble. The fluorescent light catches the drop of clear liquid at the tip of the needle. "Get him out of the chair. Wake him up. If his blood pressure is too low, the serum just pools in the system." The guy by the door moves. He grabs the back of my ruined hoodie and yanks me out of the chair. The tape holding my left wrist snaps. The adhesive tears a strip of skin right off my forearm.

Under the surgical lights, the silver needles gleamed with a cold, piercing sheen. I used my Phantom Needles technique. It could revive even the dead. At last, the flat line on the monitor began to ripple. The piercing continuous tone softened into a faint, rhythmic beeping. I pulled out the final needle and casually tossed my bloodstained gloves into the medical waste bin. Pushing open the operating room doors, the Stafford family rushed forward immediately. "Dr. Sullivan, how is my grandson?" I stepped aside, my voice devoid of warmth. "He'll live. But the prolonged lack of oxygen to his brain, combined with extensive nerve damage from microvascular thrombosis—

“Take mine. You have no time to hesitate. Now, saving him is the priority.” The nurse felt helpless and nodded before taking Olivia to get her blood drawn. Fortunately, the nurse was wary of the amount of blood she drew, so Olivia only felt a little dizzy. As Olivia left the room in a daze, her wheelchair bumped into someone. She quickly apologized. “Sorry….” However, when she looked up, she froze…

I sat between them, my left heel bouncing a mile a minute against the floor tile The heavy wood door at the back of the room clicked open. A middle-aged doctor in a white lab coat stepped through, a thick digital tablet gripped in his hand. "Noah?" Dr. Aris let out a slow breath before turning back to us. “Well, Noah,” he said, enlarging one of the scans on the monitor. “I have some good news.” I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until then. “The initial concern was that the impact may have caused a complete nerve avulsion.” He pointed to the image on the screen. “But that’s not what we’re seeing.”

But I have to keep a low profile for now as promised. The nauseousness shoots through me as I lift the patient's arm and the chemical stench of medicine hits my senses. I carefully puncture the big arterie, only enough for a thin line of blood to start running. It takes forever when I can't leave any traces and I have to suck to get the blood out.

The only downside of it apart from being stabbed was that I never got to meet with those investors. They should have heard the news by now, and I am sure they wanted nothing to do with me right now. ~ A sting from the infusion needle had a groan leaving my lips. I watched as blood was drawn back from the needle, making me dizzy. Weakly, I called out hoarsely, "Nurse…" My scratchy voice sent a burning pain through my throat, and I cursed in my head. It was already bad. I was feeling horrible, but this made everything worse.

He hesitated, as though weighing how much truth I could take, then spoke carefully. "The nerves that run through the chest and back connect all the way down to the legs. If those nerves are bruised, crushed, or weakened by the impact of the bullet, it can affect how he moves. He may struggle to stand, to walk, or even feel his legs the way he once did. We won’t know the full extent until he wakes up, and we run more tests.” I felt the blood drain from my face. My nails dug into my palms. “You mean… he might not walk again?” The words slipped out in a broken whisper.

My blood was drawn into bags. A nurse immediately hung one of the bags on Zayne’s IV line. I watched as the first drops moved through the line- my bright red blood flowing into him. My chest constricted with fear and hope. I couldn’t help but think- every drop, every second, this was my blood keeping him alive. It felt impossibly intimate, like I was tethered to him in ways I’d never thought possible.

“CT shows a small acute subdural hematoma, thin, no midline shift, no mass effect. We’re monitoring closely, no surgical indication yet. The scalp laceration needed eight sutures; bleeding is controlled. Sedation is wearing off slowly, and she’ll wake soon. Scan also shows that she has Peripheral Neuropathy or Nerve Damage from the Accident. We’re admitting her to the neuro ICU for observation overnight, possibly longer.” “What does Peripheral Neuropathy mean?” Sandy asked. “It means she might not be able to walk for now as the nerves controlling her lower limbs were affected.” Nikolai exhaled, shoulders dropping a fraction. “Can I see her?” “Soon,” Ramirez said. “They’re getting her settled