Blood Pooling In Arms Novels & Stories

He quickly untangled the long clear tube from the machine's sensors, keeping the line connected to the J-loop on my arm. He handed the bag to Mateo's mother, who was standing there, stunned. "Hold this," I told her, my voice trembling. "At all times. You have to keep it higher than my arm, or the fluid won't flow and my blood will start to back up into the tube and clot." Mrs. Rossi nodded, her face hardening with resolve. She lifted the bag high, holding it steady toward the ceiling. I tried to take a step, but my legs gave out completely. Jake caught me before I could fall, scooping me up into his strong arms without hesitation.

The pain came without warning. Not the dull pulse I’d gotten used to, the low constant reminder that the curse was there and moving. This was different. This was every nerve in my left arm lighting up at once, a white hot thing that started at my wrist and drove straight up to my shoulder, and I knocked the report off the desk getting my sleeve up. The veins had crossed my elbow. I sat very still and breathed through it, both hands flat on the desk, watching the black lines pulse visibly under my skin. Moving. I could actually see them moving, slow and deliberate, branching.

Blood flowed down from the neck of the man sitting slumped in the room. Wet the black tuxedo he used and the floor underneath it with a thick puddle. His gray hair was stained red and looked sticky, a drop of blood flowed to his forehead. The person's shoulders and chest did not budge. There was no sign of his breathing remaining.

My eyes went to his hand which he wrapped around me as I stood in another position and my eyes went to his fisted outstretched arm to see red metallic substance dropping. Blood. Not just that, an arrow was stuck in his arm.

growled Daryl in an icy tone as he placed his hands against his back. While Daryl had a poker face on, a steady stream of blood was already dripping from his torn palms and purlicues. Even the veins on his trembling arms were now extremely visible as they pulsated wildly due to all the stress they had just faced.

I didn’t even realize I was trembling until I saw him look down at our hands. “What happened to her?” I whispered. “I don’t know,” he said, shaking his head, looking just as lost. --- Ten minutes later, a doctor stepped into the lounge. He wore blue scrubs and looked calm, but his words were anything but. “She’s experiencing a rare clotting episode, likely due to a genetic blood disorder. It’s something that may have gone undetected until now.” I couldn’t breathe. “We need to perform a blood transfusion. Immediately.” “Take mine!” I said quickly, stepping forward. “Take my blood.”

He unzipped a small flap at the bottom of the pod and pulled out an arm. It had an IV line taped to it, and the skin was deathly pale, covered in blotchy red spots. Hughes didn't draw blood right away. He stared at the hand, then squeezed the muscle of the forearm. The room went dead silent, save for the steady beep of the monitor. After a few seconds, Hughes's brow furrowed. His expression shifted from confusion to shock, and finally, to cold, hard fury. "Strange... very strange," he muttered under his breath.

Then it pulsed. Thin lines branching outward from a central point beneath her flesh. Veins of shadow spreads slowly, faintly glowing red beneath her skin. That had not been there before. I stepped closer. “What is that?” I demanded. The doctor barely glanced at it. “Subdermal hemorrhaging. Possibly a vascular reaction to trauma.” “It was not there,” I said sharply. He leaned closer this time, frowning. One of the nurses angled a brighter light toward her arm. The dark marking reacted, It shifted. Spreading slightly higher.

Melina’s blood splashes onto the floor, painting it crimson with . Melina doesn’t know how much time has gone by but her throat is sore and a pool of blood lies around her feet. Her hands are white from gripping the armrest too hard. Her hair sticks to her face and she can no longer taste salt on her lips. Looking at the carnage on her arms and legs, fresh tears form in Melina’s eyes. Kimberly has sliced the skin on her arms, stomach, chest and thighs.

I placed my head on his chest right above his heart, his faint beatings of heart audible. I tightened my embrace, earning a pained hiss from him, as his back stiffed. Now when I noticed, I felt some liquid trickling down my arm that was wrapped around his back. I looked up at him confused, as I removed my hand, and looked at it. Blood! His blood! I looked up at him, as he gave me a small smile. My hand visibly trembled as I shrieked in pain. "Ar-Arman?" I looked up at him with shock