Delayed Fainting After Giving Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

“I’ll stay strong for you. I promise.” The determination in my words steadied me, and I straightened up, brushing off the momentary weakness. But the second I tried to take a step, dizziness crashed over me like a tidal wave. My vision blurred, and my legs buckled under me. I grabbed onto the car, panic surging through me as my heart raced. The memory of my doctor’s warning rang in my ears: “You need to be careful. Low iron can cause dizziness and fainting, especially in your condition.”

I could feel the acid reflux building up. I was probably just hungry, right? I should definitely eat something after the meeting. Things turned out to be more than I had imagined. After the meeting ended, I stood up, taking two steps before feeling faint. My head throbbed, and my legs felt weak. I collapsed. As darkness slowly consumed me, I heard Jamie and Cherry rushing toward me at the same time. I had no idea what happened next. - When the world came back into focus, I found myself lying on a hospital bed.

“Ah, about time you woke up. How are you feeling?” “Better,” I croaked. “Confused. What happened?” “You had a severe vasovagal response,” he said, his tone clinical. “A combination of stress and over-exertion. Your blood pressure dropped suddenly. I’ve given you something to help stabilize it. You can go now, but take it easy.”

That would be the end of me, I would never get used to her without her by my side. "Low immunity. How long has it been since her last visit?" - Dr. Evangeline was seeing Louise every week, but she was ill and hadn't seen her for two weeks. Yesterday she went off the rails and I knew it would result in this. "Two weeks ago. Evangeline was sick. Do you think it could be something serious?" "I can't say anything until the tests are done. Fainting like this is not normal, she has lost a lot of blood and almost had a hemorrhage now, this has to be controlled as soon as possible. We will do some tests and see what is causing this vomiting and fainting."

"I hope she recovers soon." "She's strong. She'll be fine in no time," Omar growled. And he was right. Fifteen minutes later, they were practically tying her to the bed to keep her from walking out of the clinic. "I'm fine! It was just heatstroke or something!" she snapped. Omar finally breathed easy—if she was back to threatening people, she was clearly on the mend. The doctors ran a few more tests and determined the fainting was likely caused by stress or fatigue. So, soon enough, she returned to her usual duties.

That light was too pure and bright, revealing me for who I was. The filth churning inside me was something detestable and loathsome. It was so overwhelming that I did not dare to touch it. After it happened a few times, Ethan developed stomach problems. When I was not paying attention, he would endure the pain silently with his brows tightly furrowed. He was too afraid to let me find out and never told me. It was not until one morning, after staying up all night to care for me, that he fainted from the pain at his office. That was when I realized just how severe his condition had become.

Groves says. I smile. “Is that the medical term? Goose egg?” Josiah chuckles beside me. The doctor grins, flipping open my chart. “I’m glad to see your sense of humor survived this little mishap,” he says with a twinkle in his eye. “Now then…” “So what caused me to faint?” I ask. “Oh, that’s fairly common in your condition. Especially early on. The body’s adjusting, and if you’re not eating enough—or not eating well—it can knock you on your ass. Especially with a demanding job like yours.”

Francis abruptly showed them to him. “Plaque builds upon her inner walls, it could make them stiff and narrow. It will slow down the blood flow to her heart muscle, so it doesn’t get the oxygen it needs,” he said while reading the files. “That explains why she fainted, got tired easily and she has pale skin.”

Normal saline solution. Her heart ached to see her that way. Her face was pale, but a lot better than when I first arrived. I returned my gaze to the older-looking doctor and sighed, putting a hand into my pocket. With the other, I brushed my already disheveled hair backwards. "So, what exactly are you saying?" The doctor looked up from the charts. He brought a hand to his face and took down his glasses. "She fainted because her body was shutting down from dehydration, low blood sugar, and extreme stress."