Feeling Weak Days After Donating Blood Novels & Stories

"Sorry, Sophie. I know you're going to take that license today. I shouldn't be calling you, but I am really, really unwell right now." Sophie slammed the brakes again without even thinking, and she parked her car at the roadside. "What's wrong?" He coughed weakly again. "It's probably a complication from my blood donation. A little exposure to the elements is enough to make me weak and unwell." "Maybe… Maybe you should get it checked?" Fabian infused some agony into his voice. "I-I can't even walk. N-No. I can't even… even get out of bed." It took me everything just to hold back my laughter. Any sane and functioning adult would've thought it was a joke. There was no way any blood donation co

Now, I'd let this act settle the score between us. As crimson blood flowed into the collection bag, a chill seeped into my heart. When the donation ended, Charlie hurried off with the nurse toward the operating room, not sparing me a second glance. Watching his retreating figure, I whispered to myself, "We're even now, Charlie." Later, I woke up in my hospital bed, the weight of exhaustion pressing down like lead. The doctor's voice cut through the haze. "Your body isn't capable of enduring another blood donation, not for at least six months. Attempting anything sooner could be life-threatening."

I believe with all my heart that she is my daughter, but the fact that she was born with pure omega blood made me fear that my strong blood could cause adverse effects on her body. It is bad luck that everything happened yesterday, and today happened to be Monday. Meetings are scheduled every Monday morning. Even though my body is still feeling weak because of the amount of blood that I donated, I cannot skip today’s meeting. Astrid had lost a lot of blood, and I was the only donor who could give her all the blood that she needed. They had no choice but to continue drawing my blood three times more than the normal amount of blood that my body can normally give because if not, all my efforts

I asked eagerly, my curiosity getting the best of me. "Probably tomorrow morning. You've done your part, so now it's our turn," he replied. I nodded, taking in his words. “Can you walk alone? Or do you need assistance?” the doctor asked and I frowned my browse wondering where he was heading. “I can walk alone” I reply and he nods awkwardly as if he is not sure of my answer. “Is there a reason for me not to be able to walk alone?” I question with an anticipation expression. “You just donated blood which may cause your body to be weak” he answered and I nodded.

“I’m not buying a donor,” “Think of it as your own personal walking blood bank” I clenched my fists, trying to keep my face neutral. No, I’d keep my pride intact. I wasn’t about to admit that the concept had a strange appeal—like the promise of constant sustenance, always there, always ready. “On tap, available to you 24/7 when you need it, Little brother,” Was I really considering this? The thought hovered like a dark cloud in my mind, tempting, grotesque, but undeniably alluring. He knew I was wavering, but he also knew I was too proud to show it.

I watched as the blood slowly flowed from my body through the IV tube, drop by drop. My lips turned pale, and the veins on my wrist stood out clearly, thin and fragile. I had long lost count of how many times I’d donated blood for Beatrice Fall. My doctor, Shawn Tucker told me that my body, weakened by malnutrition, was no longer fit for donating blood. He gave me a stern warning, "Alice, if you keep this up, you’re going to die. You need to stop thinking only about your sister. What about the people who care about you?"

Lady, I feel like my soul is leaving my body, I thought, but I couldn't find the breath to say it. I leaned heavily on the pole. If it hadn't been there, I would have collapsed into a heap on the floor. I couldn't believe how weak I was. Two days in a bed and my strength had vanished as if it had never existed. "Your body took a massive hit," the nurse said, her eyes fixed on my feet to ensure I didn't trip. "You lost a significant amount of blood. We had to give you several units over the last forty-eight hours. You’re severely anemic and fighting a nasty infection, though the antibiotics are doing their job. Don't be so hard on yourself."

I was alone in the lab going through the results of the recent medicines that we created using my blood. The batch came out pretty fine. My vision blurred for a second and I grasped the counter to balance myself. I've been feeling weak and it was because of the blood withdrawal. Sighing I blinked rapidly and tried to stay composed.

I didn't need to be told what to do next, I was already used to the treatment they were giving me. As always, Aurora is always ready to play that pity card. The blood transfusion left me drained, more than usual this time. I was already frail, and after the procedure, the dizziness is hitting me like a punch. I had to steady myself on the edge of the bed, since there is no one else here. How much longer can I keep doing this? I'm in my early stage of pregnancy, yet I have already donated blood for Amelia three times in barely a month.

“I need to get out of–” The room spun violently, and I slumped back into the bed, panting. What was happening? I have never felt this way after my donation. Soft hands reached behind my back. “Let me help you,” the nurse offered kindly, gently pulling me to a sitting position. “You’ve got to take it easy, Ms Charlotte. You’ve exhausted yourself. A rest is what I suggest when you get home. Plenty of it.” “Thank you,” I muttered, sipping from the straw she pushed in between my lips.