Feeling Weak Days After Donating Blood Novels & Stories

Misha starts cleaning my cuts while I wince in pain. Shit. I don’t remember feeling this much pain. Not even in our alpha trainings. My body isn’t as strong as it used to be. I had my suspicions about the daily blood transfusion making me weak. But fuck if I’m going to whine about it. Kayleigh needs my blood and I’m going to give it to her for as long as it’s necessary. Up to the last drop of my blood. “You’re so dramatic. This is not going to kill me.”

She sat up, feeling exhausted and disoriented, her head throbbing. Before she could gather her thoughts, Nurse Wendy hurried over, placing a pillow behind Callie’s back. ‘Easy there. You fainted, remember?’ Callie rubbed her temples, trying to recall the events that led to her current predicament. ‘Fainted? But why?’ Wendy removed the IV needle carefully and tended to the puncture on Callie’s hand. She scolded Callie gently, ‘You shouldn’t have been moving about after donating so much blood.’ A sigh escaped Callie’s lips as she leaned back against the pillow. ‘I guess I pushed myself too far. Two surgeries and donating blood—it was a recipe for disaster.’

The emergency doctors rushed forward again, their eyes fixed on the monitor that had just flickered back to life. Simon’s eyes were red, staring at the faint but steady heartbeat on the screen. The wave of relief that washed over him was overwhelming. But his body wasn’t holding up well. Having donated too much blood, his vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness hit him. He had no choice but to sit down, leaning against the wall, his eyes shut as a tear slipped down.

The blinding heat in my veins cools down into a deep, steady current of energy. The chronic weakness that has plagued me for years, the constant fatigue, the shaking in my hands, the dull ache from the endless forced blood donations completely gone. It feels like it was entirely burned away, replaced by a massive strength that makes me feel heavier, faster, and more alive than I have ever been. "Look at the screen," a faint, shaking voice says to my right. The sound slowly becomes clearer as the ringing in my ears fades away. "Her cell count is completely regenerating. The tissue damage is disappearing."

Even though I don’t have any visible bruises on my body, I feel weak, like all the energy has been drained from me. My limbs feel heavy, and there’s a persistent dizziness that makes my head spin whenever I try to move too quickly. It’s as if the blood loss has sapped my strength, leaving me in a state of near-exhaustion. Every breath feels like an effort, my body sluggish and unresponsive. “Baby, don’t make any rash movement.”

Unfortunately, donating her blood was all she could do to help. "Ms. Hope, if you feel any discomfort, tell us any time. Because it's an emergency, we'll draw quite a large amount of blood. However, we'll control it within the normal range. After the blood is drawn, you may feel fatigued over the next few days," the nurse explained. "Alright. I understand," Summer responded, feeling the blood drain from her body. Summer began to feel sleepy when donating blood, and she felt like she had gone back to the crash with Nathan. In the car accident, Nathan protected her with his body, warm blood dripping down his forehead and onto her face and body. It was a feeling she would never forget.

Xavia frowned. She was completely puzzled. She felt that she did not have any other symptoms aside from her usual problems. Matthew said, “After donating blood, your red blood cells count has dropped again, and the index is very low. This is also one of the reasons why you fainted. You should go to the hospital every month in the future for treatment to stabilize your blood count. Also, eat more dried fruits and animal offal so that you can treat your condition well. Otherwise, your body will be prone to more problems in the future.”

My heart felt hollow as I turned and walked away. Out on the streets, people kept giving me strange looks, but I ignored them all. I looked strong in front of Mom, Dad, and Brielle, yet my mind was still reeling from the shock. My body hurt again. Ever since that so-called blood donation, constant pain hit me in waves. The aftereffects from that procedure were worse than I had expected. "You won't stop until you carve me empty, yes?" I said with a bitter laugh as I held my stomach.

"You can get up now. The blood's already been drawn, there's no point acting anymore. Besides, Mrs. Cole isn't even here. Nobody's watching your performance." When I did not move, Sharon let out a mocking laugh and called toward the line behind her. "Can I get two strong male students over here? Carry this drama queen outside so she doesn't affect everyone else donating blood." I floated there in midair, watching my body get dumped onto the sidewalk, bitterness swelling in my chest. Two hours later, the blood drive finally ended. Some students rubbed their sore arms while glancing in my direction, sympathy flickering in their eyes. "Briana's pretty weak physically. If they leave her out ther

They had listened while a lawyer explained how their daughter would spend three years giving blood to a stranger and had signed the papers. So why wouldn't they steal from me too? A bitter laugh slipped out of me. I pushed myself off the bed and headed for the bathroom. The cold water did little to wake me up. I still looked exhausted when I stepped in front of the mirror. Dark circles sat under my eyes. My skin looked pale. The bruise from yesterday's donation still stood out against my arm. I looked away. There was no point staring at things I couldn't change. After getting dressed, I left the basement. I intend to go in search of the people in charge of dispensing funds to my family and I