Collapsed Vein Blood Draw Novels & Stories

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

She thought she was going to burst into tears but not until she got some very straight answers. The nurse was suddenly there. "Tory, right now you are much too weak to visit him. You have a chest tube in place and you have severe cyanosis with a very big risk of cardiovascular collapse." Tory quieted. "What I'm saying is that your blood pressure is dangerously low, so low that your skin is blue. Right now you aren't able to breathe well on your own because of your collapsed lung.

he asked, looking up at Rave. “Just unconscious,” Rave replied. “I didn't want any trouble on the way back here. It should remain that way for a while.” Leesa watched Professor Clerval roll up the grafhym’s sleeve and loop a rubber tube around its arm, tightening it above the elbow. Ready now to take its blood, he unzipped his kit and pulled out a plastic syringe and a long needle, which he fitted onto the syringe. Feeling the creature's forearm with his fingers, the professor located a vein and slid the needle into the pale skin. He pulled up slowly on the plunger, and the syringe began to fill with blood.