Caffeine Before Giving Blood Novels & Stories

I ask in a whisper so as not to worry George or Brenda. “No, the chefs who prepare the blood always test for things like that before any of the vampires in the castle are served.” “Donated blood goes out to the towns and cities, doesn’t it?” He nods. “It’s all checked as well, both before it leaves local clinics and when it arrives.” “And if something is wrong?” I ask.

As soon as the needle had pierced through my skin, I opened my eyes just in time to watch as the blood was drawn from my arm and with a sigh of relief, I allowed her untie the tube thingy from around my arm and I collected a freshly new spirit soaked cotton wool and pressed it down and hard on the tiny hole on my arm from which blood dripped in beads. Once she had placed the lid on the tube which held my blood and labelled it, the laboratory scientist asked if I had eaten any food that day. Recalling that I had barely eaten breakfast and the only other time I had injested food was when I had snacked on some chips and soda while locked in the pantry with Adrian, I realized that I had not eate

I finish treating the wound in her hands, and I rush down to the kitchen to make some coffee for her. Coffee with caffeine reduces the effect of sleeping pills. I need to flush out the pills from her system. I get some warm water from the kitchen and prepare the coffee in no time. The coffee is a little hot, and it’s perfect for her because she looks cold with her pale pink lips. I got back in the room, and I made her sip the coffee bit by bit. She sputters for breath, coughing and grinding her teeth together. Freaking panicking, cold, and in bloody pains.

As soon as the needle had pierced through my skin, I opened my eyes just in time to watch as the blood was drawn from my arm and with a sigh of relief, I allowed her untie the tube thingy from around my arm and I collected a freshly new spirit soaked cotton wool and pressed it down and hard on the tiny hole on my arm from which blood dripped in beads. Once she had placed the lid on the tube which held my blood and labelled it, the laboratory scientist asked if I had eaten any food that day. Recalling that I had barely eaten breakfast and the only other time I had injested food was when I had snacked on some chips and soda while locked in the pantry with Adrian, I realized that I had not eate

He grab a glass and set it in front of me, grabbing my wrists and biting on it, I moan, the pain wasn't that bad, instead it brought a lot of pleasure. He pull away and allowed my blood to drain down in a cup. He place my numb hand on the cup. "Stay like that for a while, okay?" He said. I felt dizzy and intoxicated and he was watching me. "It's okay......?" I state, feeling like I've drain all my blood into a cup.

He said as he finally let go of holding my shoulder as he hand me the glass. "That's water with lemon on it,the doctor told me to give you low-sugar beverages no alcohol neither caffine and you need to avoid stress also to get plenty of rest that's why I did this things for today."He said as he stood up and open my curtains. "Did you cook already?"I asked as he scratch the back of his hair. "Let me guess,you didn't--"He cut me off. "I-I did! I-It's just that I don't know if you'll like them to eat for breakfast."He said.

Fighting back the urge to vomit, I force myself to keep it all down. Fine, no coffee. My girls gave me similar trouble. They didn't like any caffeinated beverages. I couldn't even drink a cup of green tea. "Babies suck," I look at my coffee sadly as I text Micah to let him know our appointment is in 45 minutes. "Meet me in the garage in 10 minutes," I text as a follow-up. Tossing my coffee, I groan. I could have used that jolt of energy. I don't even make it to the elevator before Micah has his hand around my waist guiding me forward. "Shall we go, Mrs. McKaine?"

We'd hung the clean, wet clothes there the night before. Breakfast was quiet until I had two cups of coffee in my system. I usually didn't drink the stuff this close to a major Grand Slam tournament, but it wouldn't kill me. I'd need a caffeine jolt to get through the day. My headache was completely gone. Even with lack of sleep, I felt better than I had the previous day. One way or another, I was running today. First things first, though. "What time should our supplies be here?" "Sometime this morning."

I enter, and everyone turns to look at me. " Elara, lovely to see you're doing Aight. Had my best friend here scared shitless," he beams. My eyes meet my husband's, and a blush crosses my face. " Good morning, Bruce," " Coffee?" Zuriel asks, and I nod with a smile, " Oh, no. You can't drink coffee after you have a high fever. I'll make you tea instead. Anything particular?" he asks. I'm so flustered by his gesture. I didn't even know you can't drink coffee after a fever. Bruce and Solena exchange knowing glances, hiding their smiles.

"After all, if something goes wrong, you will be punished too. Now take all of these to the pathology department under my name and tell them to have these done in one hour." She gives me a very sour look, but she doesn't say anything to me. Anything particularly vile at least. She just mumbles, "Okay." With that, Madison leaves with the tray of blood samples, and I'm left in the room with my blood pressure very high. To cool off, I head to the break room to just breathe and compose myself. But most importantly, to check if Rafael has messaged me yet. I really need a picker upper today. I need to feel better, and I know that he will have just the thing for me to feel good.