Collapsed Vein Blood Draw Novels & Stories

She obliges and opens it. Lily took a deep breath as the nurse prepared her for the blood draw. She extended her arm, and she skillfully inserted a needle into her vein. The process was quick, though Lily’s nerves made it feel longer. The nurse collected the blood into sterile vials, ensuring that it would be properly handled for analysis. After about twenty minutes of sitting out there, alone, bored and doing nothing, the technician from before comes out and smiles positively at her. "Please come with me."

"Yes, Young Miss!" With a curt nod of his head, the man hurried down the corridor to carry out the order. When the bodyguard returned, two nurses and a doctor were following after him. The entire process was very quick. After a few questions and tests to confirm that Ariana was actually AB negative, the process of extracting the blood began. Two pints of blood later, one of the nurses pulled out the needle and placed it onto the cart before handing Ariana a cotton ball and a band-aid.

I cleared my throat before speaking. "Ball up your palm." I said and he immediately made a fist that let his veins protrude even more. Damn, I'm a sucker for his veins. "Deep breath." I commanded and he obliged. With that, I inhaled deeply too before I punctured the median cubital vein at a less than 30 degree angle. Once his blood was collected, I immediately released the tourniquet and slowly withdraw the needle. I gently applied pressure on the site with a cotton ball and tape, "Hold this." I said and he obeyed.

Another quality he shared with Bianca. I helped hold his arm steady while James took the sample, small and quick, and Louis looked at the ceiling the way he did during blood draws. The sample went into a sealed tube that James labeled with a pen from his pocket and then wrapped in a cloth that went into a side pocket of the bag, and the whole sequence was smooth and professional and took under two minutes. Louis flexed his hand afterward and looked at the small cotton pad taped to the inside of his elbow. "Is that it?"

"It is the factory of the blood. It contains the stem cells. If your mutation lies anywhere, Baraka, it lies in the marrow." She put on a pair of latex gloves. "We are going to drill into your iliac crest—the hip bone. We will extract a core sample of the marrow. We will also be taking samples of your spinal fluid." I tried to scream, to beg, but the strap across my jaw reduced my voice to a muffled, panicked grunt. "Do not waste your energy fighting," she advised. "The tungsten drill spins at ten thousand RPM. It will be over quickly. However..." She paused, checking the setting on the machine. "...I cannot give you anesthesia."

“Clean. No antibodies. Let’s begin.” A nurse prepped our arms, vein dilation with warm packs, antiseptic swabs, then large bore needles. As my blood began to fill the first pint bag, I kept talking, telling Draven everything. The scream. The blood. Her collapsing in my arms. “She kept saying she didn’t want to lose the baby…” I whispered. A nurse came in and whisked away the first unit of blood before it had even cooled. They collected four pints in total, two from me, two from Draven.

The doctor explained Hayden's current condition and said, "I'm hoping to get the massive transfusion done as soon as possible. Ms. Hope, if the test results are okay, will you come back the day after tomorrow? I hope to schedule the appointment for a blood draw at your earliest convenience." "Sure," Summer agreed without hesitation. "You'll lose a lot of blood at once, which is a heavy load on the body. After all, this is different from an ordinary blood draw," the doctor advised. "It's fine. I'm prepared," Summer replied. Summer could feel Harry's eyes on her during the conversation with the doctor. His gaze never left her. However, Summer refused to look at him. Summer spoke after the doct

I couldn't help but cry in front of him even after all this time. “Don't cry anymore, please? You’re making me worry... ” "I'm going to go to bed." Ugh. Traitor! "All right, guys, here it is. The evacuated needle is available in a variety of colors. Green represents 21 gauge, black represents 22, and blue represents 23 gauge. Because Sir's vein is large and prominent, I will use the number 21 as a starting point. Accordingly, first, remove the rubber part, and then screw it onto the holder to complete the process. Afterward, dab some alcohol on the extraction site, and when it has dried, apply the tourniquet as directed. Sir, take a deep breath. "One, two—"

He dropped the used amber syringe into the waste bin and peeled off his gloves. "From your last blood draw, I used specialized methods to isolate and preserve the purest source essence. Potency should hold for six months. But if someone else contracts the Reversal Blood toxin within that window, I'll need to draw from you again. A much larger volume. You should consider whether you want to stockpile extra reserves in advance."

His fingers are cold through the latex as he ties the tourniquet above my elbow. I wince as the needle pierces my skin, watching with a strange detachment as my blood, the blood that could determine my entire future, flows into the vial. He fills three of them, each marked with barcodes rather than my name. I'm already being reduced to a number in their system. "Does it have to be three?" Mum asks, her voice tight. The doctor doesn't look up from his work. "Protocol requires duplicate testing and archiving." When he's done, he places a cotton ball over the puncture site, not even bothering to instruct me to hold it. Mum’s hand reaches out to press it for me while the doctor labels the sample