Collapsed Vein Blood Draw Novels & Stories

Chloe stammered, rushing into the room. She reached for his hand, but he weakly pulled it away, his eyes never leaving her face. "You don't need a blood panel. You know how hospital labs mix things up. Dr. Evans can do it tomorrow in the penthouse." "Dr. Evans works for your father," Ethan rasped, his throat dry. He looked at the attending physician. "Take the blood. Now. Before I discharge myself." The doctor nodded briskly, signaling a nurse who quickly approached with a tray of vials.

He’s nodding his head slowly and I’m hoping that I have convinced him to allow it. “Now, I need the two of you to head next door. I need to gather some more things for the IV and blood draw. It’s easiest to do them at the same time.” I respond to Cole’s widening eyes. “I’m sorry to be a vampire so soon after meeting but we need to know the condition that you’re in. It’s still just one stick.” He drops his gaze without speaking. I can tell that he doesn’t like the idea of a blood draw but I need to take advantage of the situation.

“C-Can I not… do the blood test…?” “This is Grandma’s order, Tina.” Samuel pressed Tina down on the chair impatiently. “Or do you like it more when I’m the one drawing blood from you?” If a doctor were to tend to Tina, it would be a normal blood-drawing procedure. But if Samuel was the one doing it, then she would most likely suffer a lot. In the end, Tina finally cooperated with the doctor and had her blood drawn. Her complexion still pale, she stood up from the chair with wobbly knees before collapsing to the side uncontrollably.

"It doesn't guarantee they're still viable after twenty-one years, but it means they should be here." She opened a tall storage unit and began searching through carefully labeled boxes. Braham's hand found mine, squeezing gently. "May..." Dr. Brown muttered, pulling out boxes and checking labels. "Here. Patient 27489." She withdrew a small sealed box and set it on a nearby table. Inside, protected by foam padding, were three glass vials, each filled with dark red liquid. My mother's blood. "May 8th, May 12th, and May 15th," Dr. Brown read the labels carefully. "Drawn at five-day intervals. Five days, nine days, and twelve days before her death."

The month was not too big, so it didn't take much effort. 00She walked to the blood collection port, sat on a high stool, and stretched out her arms. Her skinny skin was white and her blood vessels were easy to find, but the blood vessels were all on her arms, so she would still tie her arms with a cuff. After the blood vessels were exposed, and the alcohol swab was rubbed across her small arm, the doctor took the needle and was about to poke it into her skin.

Elara pulled the rubber tourniquet tight above her left elbow. The pressure bloomed instantly. She picked up the sterilized butterfly needle, aligning the bevel with the prominent vein near her inner elbow. The steel pierced the skin. Dark red blood flowed into the vacuum tube. Alexander pushed open the glass laboratory door. He stopped on the threshold. His eyes dropped to the needle in her arm. "We have an entire medical wing equipped for blood draws." Elara swapped the filled tube for an empty one. "The medical wing logs all sample acquisitions to the central server. This needs to remain isolated."

Lynn stated. Gideon walked through the hospital doors and saw us talking with the doctor. When he stepped up to where we were he asked, “Well how bad is she?” Dr. Lynn spoke up and said, “She’s not at risk for dying and if you’re still willing to donate your blood, she will heal much quicker.” Gideon nodded and said, “To do this sterilely you will need a larger bore needle like a sixteen gauge. The person drawing the blood will need to know their anatomy well because you can’t palpate for a vein, like you would for a human.” Gideon told Dr. Lynn, as he rolled up his sleeves and they began to walk towards the exam room doors.

Avery drew a sharp breath, forcing her thoughts back to the present as she bent down to tuck the edges of the duvet around her daughter's shoulders. However, at that exact millisecond— Deep within the shadows on the opposite side of the bed, the physician's wrist executed a microscopic, expertly concealed pivot. Pressing his palm downward, his index finger engaged a hidden manual toggle built into the casing, entirely separate from the monitor's main switch. A specialized, micro-structured vacuum cartridge engaged silently beneath the sensor array, drawing a minute diagnostic blood sample through the epidermal layer without disrupting the child's deep slumber. The indicator light flickered o

She was woozy, so she decided to lie back on the bed instead of sitting up for the blood draw. “Just a little poke now.” A millisecond later, the needle pierced her arm, and while it was uncomfortable, it wasn’t as bad as she had psyched herself up to expect. After another moment, Kira pulled out the needle and quickly bandaged the spot. “There we go. Now open your mouth, North.” North complied, allowing Kira to scrape the side of her cheek with a long swab. The other woman stored it in a clear tube before turning to Carol to repeat the process. “Let me rush these to the lab, and then I’ll get you over for a scan.”