Novel & Cerita Caffeine Before Giving Blood

"It's not a problem now as long as I ate a small amount. My father used to say it was also a cure. I don't know if it's true, but it worked for me. Maybe as long as I eat a small amount." She paused as the door opened, and a nurse entered. "Hello! I'll take your blood pressure, and I have a container for urine. After you've peed, please bring it to the station. Tomorrow morning, we'll draw your blood. Don't eat or drink anything from 10 PM tonight; it's for fasting." She nodded. “Looks like I’m doing better, nurse. I can probably go out tomorrow.” “Oh, your mister might faint if you’re not completely healed yet.”

"I don’t have anything to wear, I don’t have a partner, and I don’t plan on going." "I knew you would say that," she said, watching me pour myself a cup of caffeine. "How wouldn’t you? I’ve been telling you that since you started asking. For how long now? Three days?" "Didn’t the doctor say no caffeine? It’s bad for the baby," she reminded me just as I was about to take a sip. "Why do you even have that here?" "I need it," I stubbornly replied and took a sip. "And why are you even here? Go outside. I’m busy."

By the time I carried the tray back into the office, I had almost convinced myself this wasn’t embarrassing anymore. Almost. Employees accepted their cups gratefully. A few looked far too entertained by this situation. Traitors. Finally, I approached Zion’s office with the last cup. He barely looked up from his laptop as I placed it in front of him. Then he took one sip. And paused. Uh oh. “I drink my coffee black,” he said calmly. Silence. I blinked once. “No sugar.” I looked down at the cup. Cream. Sugar. Disaster. My soul temporarily left my body.

I take the knife and put it in my backpack. Next, the vial was sealed and she puts it in my hand. “When you select the person whose blood you will draw, make sure that is the only time that you uncap the vial to add his blood to the serum. Seal the mouth of the vial and shake well. Allow it to soak for ten minutes before you apply it behind the ears. It works only within twenty-four hours after application.” She withdraws her hand. “You must apply it daily after your bath so that you never lapse.”

"Am I late?" Everyone looked at the newcomer. "Vince!" said Gayle. "I'm going to donate," said Vincent. The group just stared at Vincent. **** Vincent stared at the unconscious Khali on the other bed near the bed where he was. He took a deep breath. Vincent tried to find a way to give blood and saw on the Internet that he could give blood if he drank a lot of water. He forced himself to drink nearly a gallon of water, and then he checked if he could donate, and four hours later, he did. He drank very little alcohol earlier.

"External." He looked at the fireplace. It was unlit. Mira had banned real fires after the kitchen incident. He looked at the coffee station. The espresso machine. "Coffee," Elion said. "Hot coffee. Hold a mug. It'll warm your hands and mess up the reading." "Caffeine elevates heart rate," Cale noted. "That helps." "Drink three cups. Give yourself palpitations. I don't care. Just look alive." He pushed Cale to the coffee station. He brewed a cup of dark roast. He made it scalding hot.

Sana states, addressing the boy's name but glaring at another. "Oh really? Jason, do you know that the most of the stomach problems and heartburn especially in athletes occur due to their heedlessness of intaking caffeine on an empty stomach!" Harold opposes glaring back at the light haired girl also using high vocabularies to make sense that doesn't even exist in it. "Jason, just to let you know. The numbers are usually 2 out of 10. And the cause is not entirely coffee but many other insignificant supplements!" Sana continues with her daggers.

Ingrid asks, taking her coffee. "Amanda, is that decaf?" the head chef asks, pointing her wooden spoon. "OH," Amanda tries to take the coffee back. "Sorry, My Queen." "Hey, I need the caffeine," Ingrid tells them, holding her coffee close. "My Queen," the chef walks over and gives Ingrid an understanding look. "Standard procedure after a she-wolve's heat. No caffeine for the first 12 weeks. After that, we will be happy to make you one cup a day."

“These are date balls. They're not too sweet and go well with green tea.” Logan glanced at the jar with a skeptical expression. “I need caffeine, woman.” “You enjoyed them this morning, didn't you?” Victoria raised an eyebrow, her tone sounding calm but firm. “It's better to have less in the afternoon and evening because usually, you crave coffee at night. You should avoid it so you can improve your sleep, which I feel is a mess.” Logan snorted softly, his eyes narrowing sharply at her. “You've been a pain in the ass today, woman.”

“You still hate jazz.” “I do.” “Then why this?” I shrugged lightly. “Because you love it.” He stared at me. That soft look again. I cleared my throat and added, “You also drink too much coffee.” His brow lifted. “That’s a serious accusation.” “You had three cups before noon yesterday.” “That was research.” “For what?” “How caffeine affects productivity.” I tilted my head. “And?” He leaned closer slightly. “Results inconclusive. More testing required.” A laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it.