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Florence responded, watching as Amelie's brows furrowed and her lips pursed in deep concentration. "In my opinion, we should try the more old school methods and see if they work better, if not, we can try something else. Like working on other areas unexplored. For instance, everyone's aware that Aside from capillaries, blood vessels are all made of three layers: The adventitia or outer layer which provides structural support and shape to the vessel. The tunica media or a middle layer composed of elastic and muscular tissue which regulates the internal diameter of the vessel. The tunic intima or an inner layer consisting of an endothelial lining which provides a frictionless pathway for the m

The squeaking of the dry erase marker is eerie in the quiet of the room. "There are two major blood vessels that feed the brain called vertebral arteries. In normal people, those arteries are essentially the same size, one feeding each side of the brain. In your brain, the right side is significantly larger than the left, so much so it's been making up for the lack of flow from its partner." She looks at Piper and me to make sure we're following her before continuing. "The strain on the larger artery caused a dissection-" "What's that?" Moby wants to understand what's going on in his body. He takes good care of it and is still struggling to understand how this could have happened.

He inhaled deeply, and in that quiet breath, he knew. A sudden wave of recognition washed over his expression—he’d seen this before: Fulminant Hemorrhagic Vasculitis. The name burned in his mind like a red-hot brand. A rare, catastrophic rupture of vessels—no sign, no warning—just blood gushing from every soft opening of the body. It was a cruel disease, sudden and merciless. His gaze shifted sharply to the small glass vial in David’s hand: Heparin E. A potent anticoagulant. Adrian’s voice cut through the room, low and deliberate.

Addiction is a vise clutching one’s arteries, venules, and veins, all the blood vessels. Even if they are filled with sinful cells, composed of nutrition from humans. His blood was as red as a human’s because in appearance they didn’t look different. Only he knew how black it was in levels indiscernible to the sharpest eyes, of his own kind, of vampires.

He pressed the glass harder. “It’s not a vein, it’s an artery… the carotid.”

I jumped up, racing to the kitchen to grab a letter opener. A few moments later, I sat by the box staring at a tiny slip of paper that had golden ink scribbled on it. My brows knotted as I ran my fingers over the cursive lettering, squinting to read the note. BloodVessel.com