Collapsed Vein During Blood Draw Novels & Stories

“What do you want?” Blair pressed down on her shoulders to prevent her from getting up. “Donate 300ml of blood, or I’ll draw your grandpa’s blood. It’s your choice.” Mable froze. Blair threatened her to come back just so he could draw her blood? He looked at the time and repeated to the nurse, “Draw her blood!” The nurse moved quickly. Before Mable could react, a tourniquet was tied around her arm. The needle punctured her vein, and her dark red blood slowly flowed into a bag.

I croaked. Elara nodded once, already moving to the equipment beside the bed. Her hands were steady as she disconnected the heart monitor leads, rearranged the IV tubing, then produced two small vials and a fresh needle from the pocket of her white coat. “I need to take some blood,” she explained, her tone making it clear this wasn’t a request. “The levels should be dropping, but I want to be certain.”