Collapsed Vein From Blood Draw Novels & Stories

I demanded, my complete focus on the patient before me. The scrub nurse passed it to me and I cut the chest open. “The aorta is torn,” I murmured to myself, taking in the massive blood that had pooled in the chest area. “There’s too much blood,” Cole, a member of my team, said, stating the obvious. “It'll be impossible to suture–” “Suction.” I ordered. Cole's hands shook uncontrollably as he inserted the retractor into the patient's chest. “BP is sixty over forty and dropping!” The anesthesiologist barked.

“Lab just flagged something. Blood density out of baseline, just like Rafe. Not standard loss. It reads like compression without volume drop.” “Compression how,” Haden asked. “Something inside the blood is missing. A component we don’t have a test for. We call it density for now because they don’t have a better word.” “Drained,” I said. “Not volume,” Ellan said. “Function.” “Drained,” I repeated. He didn’t argue. We held our posts. The Tower’s systems cycled once and reset. The wards rolled a slow pulse through the walls. The city above us slept or pretended to sleep.

However, just as Wendy began to relax, bright red blood squirted from the patient’s open chest, splattering onto Abby’s face and hands. Abby gasped, feeling the warmth of the blood against her skin despite the protection of the mask. The patient’s face rapidly turned pallid, his breath growing shallow and rasp-filled. ‘Dr Colman!’ Wendy’s voice trembled as she observed the alarming drop in the patient’s vital signs on the monitor. ‘His blood pressure is plummeting! Heart rate’s spiking! He’s in severe tachycardia! We have to stop the bleeding!’

“Troubles with transformations have many causes, but yes, people with leukemia and other blood illnesses tend to avoid transforming outside emergencies. Why?” I looked at Zane. “Sorry to be, well, but you said Olivia died because they couldn’t stop the bleeding, right?” Everyone was quiet for a minute. Even Ted paused in her typing. “Travis,” Zane said. “Already on it. We’ve got Dr. Calvert’s body under triple guard, and we’re running every test on the books. I’ll let them know to look for something that might keep blood from clotting.” “I can help with that, perhaps,” Ambassador Torrin said.

, the medic said. I put the book in a plastic evidence bag. “What?” “There’s too much blood.” The medic pointed at the ground. “What do you mean there’s too much blood?” I asked. “Beneath the boulder, sir”, the medic explained. “It’s impossible for all that blood to come from a child.” A moment of silence, then I said: “We will have to come back here with better tools.”

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.

I pinched my chin between my thumb and index finger. “She has been drained of blood, and she needs it replenished quickly if she is to recover. I will get her a blood bag and be back. There are supplies in that drawer. Clean her arms and legs. I’m not sure which vein will work best.” I nodded, went to the drawer, and pulled it out: iodine and cotton balls.

Elias stopped short. His face went cold, and he promptly exploded. "What nonsense are you talking about? It was only about 68 ounces of blood. How could anything happen to her? Besides, that blood wasn't even really hers to begin with!" Rachel was trembling. "But Ms. Starling has been in poor health after back-to-back surgeries. By the time they drew about 27 ounces, her veins had already collapsed, and then they forced it up to nearly 68—"

“That's definitely the funniest joke I've ever heard. You know, we...” Just as she was about to continue, the intercom at her waist rang. “Dr. Claire? Dr. Claire?” Yes, I'm Here!” She says with her intercom on her lips. "Is the blood draw complete?" Claire glanced up at me, clamped the intercom between her face and her shoulder, and with her free hand slowly drew the needle from the vein in my elbow socket and handed me a cotton swab. "Just finished." She shook the anticoagulant tube in her hand, dark red blood sloshing up and down the tube, It's a beautiful color. You probably don't smoke or drink.” She put the anticoagulant tube in a small freezer next to her.

I’m shocked considering how difficult he is to stick at Red General. “His right arm is easier than his left. I still had to go deep but I’ve got good flow. Myla, I need you to come get this first tube. Use a syringe to draw the blood out. You need one milliliter for the wolfsbane test, two milliliters for the silver test and a drop to check his sugar levels.” “Yes ma’am.” She responds as she walks over. “I’m sorry Cole. I know you’re already anemic but this round is going to take quite a bit from you. I’ll be monitoring you closely for side effects stemming from the blood draw. I’ve doubled the tests that we can run in-house.” Angela explains.