Blood Saya Novels & Stories

Then Scot felt something sharp piercing his skin but it didn't even hurt him because his heart was already aching for her. "Oh, sorry sir. You can't give her blood. She has an AB negative blood type and yours is O positive." Scot's heart shook violently hearing the doctor. "what? How can it be? No way. Why can't she?" Scot asked the doctor but he immediately shook his head and looked at him.

“Oh come on, it will be fun right when you know you cannot stop from kissing me back and would like to go deeper—“ “Okay, I think I have my deal of this,” I said before I was putting the syringe to his vein. I pushed it through his skin as Aaron gasped. I did not think it would hurt him but I guess he was a human after all. I pulled the syringe before the blood was filling the syringe. It was blueish red that gave the name of blue blood. It was not like abalone but it was considered blue. “Now, that’s settled. Time for the payment of my sample,” he said before I was putting my hands on his chest. I did not move it but somehow it was moving on their own.

Alhaji Sa'eed called sitting beside him "Siyamah has lost a lot of blood. The doctor said she's in critical condition and needs blood transfusion quickly." Alhaji Bello stood up promptly, one can point out the fear in his eyes "I'll give out my blood if it matches" he replied quickly looking at the doctor. "What blood group are you?" The doctor asked. "A+" "Well, I'm sorry sir but it's not possible. Your wife's blood group is O+ and only a person who has the same blood group as hers can donate his/her blood. Right now, we don't have any blood on the ground to sell" the doctor explained.

“He will help find blood for Renee, what is her blood type?” “AB,” the doctor replied quickly, suddenly terrified of the flames burning in those light brown eyes. Sean was momentarily stunned. “Take my blood, I am AB too.” “Mr. Sean, you've also been injured in this accident,” Roger interrupted anxiously. “We cannot draw your blood, your condition is not possible,” the doctor interrupted no less quickly than Roger.

“Your son is in critical condition. He’s lost a lot of blood. Unfortunately, his blood type is rare—B negative. Does anyone here have the same blood type and can donate?” My gaze went to Dad, but he shook his head as if he understands my stare, then the panic set in as I realized none of us were a match. “I’m AB positive. Is there no other way? Don’t you have reserves?” Dad said. “We don’t have enough B negative blood at the moment, sir. We’ll need to wait for more supplies,” the doctor replied grimly. "But I believe we don't have the time to wait given his current condition."

It is so good. When he entered, his smile widened happily. The scent of fresh blood was everywhere. Even though the blood bags were stored in a special safe, Vincent could smell them. "Can I help you, sir?" asked a male lab technician. "Oh, I need blood," Vincent answered with a smile. "What group?" Vincent's brows furrowed. What's the best? “Uh, group O?” Vincent answered carelessly. The officer frowned momentarily, then walked over to take a notepad.

Lynus sits at his table and shows something from his computer screen. “What’s that Ly?” I ask as my hand started to tremble in fear. “Anemia,” he said. “Tabitha has an Anemia, and it a Sickle Cell disease, she has a low red blood cell inside her body that causes her headache that happens a while ago, SCD is a group of inherited red blood cell disorders, where red blood cells deform into a round shape and became sticky and hard that flows into her blood vessel and because of its deformed shape it is obstructing inside her blood vessel that gives the oxygen inside her body to a hard time to flow properly” my lips parted because of what he said.

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

The medic closest to me was checking his vitals, calling out numbers to the driver. "Pulse weak, BP falling—" "What does that mean?" I sounded too high, too rapid. "What does that mean?" "He's lost a huge amount of blood. Head trauma. We need to get him into surgery as quickly as possible." In a last-ditch effort to stem the bleeding, I closed Steel's hand in mine, holding it even though it was cold and limp. "You hear that, Steel? You don't get to check out on me like this. Not on my watch. You wake up, you stubborn—"

“You’re not hurt?” “No.” My voice came out steadier than I felt, which seemed to be the theme of the night. “Not physically.” His jaw ticked — that same tell from the car, except now I understood exactly what it meant. He was furious, and not at me. He crouched down beside Marco, who one of the medics was already working on, pressing gauze against the wound in his shoulder with quick, competent hands. “He’ll live,” the medic said without looking up. “Lucky. Missed the artery by an inch.”