Blood Sample Calamity Novels & Stories

-Kaia- I’m going over the paperwork for Carpe Fatum Academy when suddenly I feel an overwhelming need to use the bathroom. I should be used to this by now, hell sometimes I don’t even make it to the bathroom in time. But the moment I stand up, it feels like that plan has gone out the window. The first thing I notice when I look down is how the fluid isn’t clear, but blood red. This should freak me out, right? This isn’t normal, right? Wait, did my water just…

The blood started to boil and you could instantly see the sample from today change colour . I kept chanting , the blood from today separated . The black blood that separated from the other was hissing around looking angry as though I had disturbed it . Scooping up the angry looking blood I put it into a fresh vial . “ What is it Lil ? Can you see what's happening to me ?” Fal asked as I turned back to her .

This was the rhythm of something that had decided death was negotiable. She held her fingers there longer than protocol required. The blood beneath his skin moved with unnatural purpose, as though each cell remembered exactly where it belonged. “Repeat the hematology panel,” she ordered. “We already—” “Again.” The technician obeyed. The machine whirred, hesitated, then spat out the same impossible result: ERROR: SAMPLE NON-CLASSIFIABLE Cattleya stared at the screen. Science, usually so obedient, had begun to stutter. She leaned closer to the man’s face. Pale. Flawless. Unnervingly preserved. There was no fear in her assessment—only a deep, clinical hunger to understand.

“Cassie, please.” But I can’t. If I sit down, if I let my body relax even a little bit, I’ll break. So I stay on my feet, cross my arms over my chest, and I wait. Dr. Patel exhales through his nose and opens the folder. His hands are shaking just a little and that’s when I know. I know before he even opens his mouth. “Your mother’s test results came back this early morning.” The floor shifts under me. I reach out, grab the edge of his desk. My fingers dig into the wood and I focus on that—on the solid, real feeling of it—because if I don’t, I’m going to fall.

The one at the top of my inbox stopped me cold. The sender name was Sinclair Industries Legal Division. The subject line read: Urgent Notice Regarding Sample Contamination Incident, Reference Number SC-2024-1147. Your Immediate Attention Required. I read it once. Then again. The words weren't complicated. The clinic had made an error during processing. The sample used in my procedure had been incorrectly catalogued. The biological material used did not belong to my selected anonymous donor. I sat there with my hands on the keyboard and my tea going cold and something very calm and very wrong settling over me.

"Callie, I don't care if you're human. I don't care what the pack thinks. I don't care about bloodlines or traditions or any of it. I care about you." "But what if..." "No." His voice was firm. "We're not doing this. We're not letting fear of what might happen ruin what we have right now." "I just don't want you to regret choosing me." "Impossible." He kissed me softly. "You're the best choice I've ever made." My phone rang, breaking the moment. Millie. "Hey," I answered. "The preliminary results are in." Her voice was shaking. "Dr. Brown just called. Ethylene glycol was present in all three blood samples. High concentrations. Exactly consistent with antifreeze poisoning over an extended per

As I looked down, I was shocked that I was seeing exactly what I had seen in Carson’s bloodstream. Only by now everything had multiplied. There were capsules of poison floating in the blood. As if it was multiplying before my eyes. “Has anyone actually studied this sample?” I asked to nobody in particular. An annoyed male stepped forward, “I have been,” he replied rudely.

She always said that he seemed to have a good heart. So, my dad did not sound too harsh when he spoke. Nevertheless, he was clearly upset. “Hayden, what went wrong? You’re supposed to be one of the best. How could such a mistake happen?” “Mr. Freeman,” Hayden replied calmly, “I reviewed Cassia’s report multiple times, and there was nothing wrong with it.” “If the report was fine, how did this happen?” “There’s only one possible explanation—the samples got mixed up. A sample that belonged to a stomach cancer patient could’ve gotten switched with Cassia’s sample. This would lead to a wrong diagnosis.”

Upon knowing this, Samuel took the initiative to visit Giry at the hospital. Upon a brief examination, he noticed that Giry's blue eyes seemed to have lost their vitality so he said, "Giry must have come into contact with an evil energy. Children have weaker immune systems but it's nothing serious. He'll be fine with some black dog's blood." Without delay, Connie sent his men to his house and collected a big bowl of his beloved dog, Corrado's blood. Then, Samuel dipped his fingers in the black dog's blood and smeared it on Giry's face. At the same time, he said gently, "Everything's going to be fine. Now that I've applied the blood of a black dog on you, you'll be as good as new tomorrow."

Dr Holt explained. “Would you say that the one wrapped around the other three is what’s kept her from shifting this whole time?” Ivy asked, impressing Dr Holt. “That’s exactly what I thought Ivy. If it’s ok with you Calypso, I’d like take one more sample of your blood. I’d like to try out something,” Dr Holt requested. Calypso was still flabbergasted at the new information. “Uh sure,” she agreed absentmindedly. Cain comforted her once more as Dr Holt drew her blood.