Blood Saya Novels & Stories

He needed to be in decent condition to save Noah. Bob's bloodshot eyes darted around. When they landed on me, he sneered. "What do you want, Mr. Fancy Pants? I didn’t offend you!" "Hello, Bob. I'd be lying if I said it's a pleasure to see you again.” I replied. He rolled his eyes. I continued. “This is an emergency. Noah's life is on the line. We need your blood, Bob. You have the same rare blood type as Noah. You can save her life."

"I'll have sons and heirs in the future too, it's not like missing out on this one means it's all over." Just then, the door of the examination room swung open. The doctor, with a grave expression, asked, "Which one of you has blood type A? Sophia has lost too much blood and needs a transfusion. Hurry to the blood-drawing room and wait!"

, he said. I was so shocked. "Is the blood available, what blood group does he need", I asked. "Madam, the blood is available. Since Mr James have rare blood type, AB negative, thus we had prepared a donor long time ago", he said. I took sigh of relief. I answered, "I'll be there in ten minutes"

"The bullet missed his heart by two inches but he lost a lot of blood and he needs to have a blood transfusion immediately. Blood group AB, genotype AA.” “You can have mine." Arya spoke up quickly. "We’re compatible.” “What about the hospital’s blood bank?”. Elyon asked. She knew how much Cesar hated his mother even though she didn't know the reason why. He'd have her head if she let Arya donate blood for him. “We don’t have this type here and it’ll take too long to get them from another hospital.” The doctor informed her. "Time is not on our side." “You’re wasting time doctor. Take mine." Arya told her impatiently.

Hilda touched my face before walking off. Cassius came in afterward bearing several flowers. "I'm sorry for your loss, Elena." His deep baritone reverberated in the room. "Is she really gone, Cass? That doesn't even seem possible." I shook my head. "It is fine, don't stress yourself thinking. I just want you to feed and return back to sleep even though your room now smells like a farm they rear pigs." Cass shoved his hand into his pocket and brought out a bag of blood before muttering. "It is O positive, your favorite."

I looked at the line of donations for a long moment and felt nothing at all. Whatever grief had turned him generous again, it had come too late to matter to me. That afternoon, I went to St. Gabriel Medical Center to review preliminary deployment plans for the project. The moment I stepped into the main corridor, I heard shouting ahead. “Move!” “She’s lost too much blood!” “Get B negative from the bank now!” My blood type. I turned almost without thinking as the gurney rushed past. The person strapped to it was gray as ash. One wrist was wrapped in gauze, but beneath the loose edge I caught sight of the truth—layer after layer of old cuts crossing new ones.

He held it up and solemnly announced, "Dear friends of the media, according to the on-site tests, Ms. Mindy Sampson's white blood cell count, hemoglobin, platelet count, and all other indicators are proven to be absolutely normal! "She doesn't have leukemia or any blood disease at all!"

He asked. “Umm… “ I stammered, I did not know whether to respond and tell him Mateo or just call Dante. I couldn’t find the best response, I choked on my words, it was better not to bring the person who’d caused her to suffer or bring another fight in the hospital between the two men. “We need blood for your daughter, and since you come here quite often, we have your blood samples, and you have Type AB, is that right?” He asked.

She practically spits the words out, her frustration boiling over. I flinch at the venom in her tone, my heart clenching painfully, but I don’t let her words shake me. The conversation screeches to a halt as a doctor emerges from Ace’s room. I shoot to my feet, my entire body trembling. “Is he okay?” The doctor’s face is grave, his eyes heavy with concern. “He’s lost too much blood,” he explains, voice calm but urgent. “And his blood type is O negative—rare. We don’t have any in stock. We’ll check with other hospitals, but in the meantime, you might want to start searching on your end as well.”

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.