Feeling Weak Days After Donating Blood Novels & Stories

“He lost a lot of blood. Someone already donated, but he still needs more. Snow, your dad needs us. I’m going to the hospital at 8 a.m. I’m willing to donate blood to help him… I hope you’ll come with me, so you can donate too.” “I’ll think about it, Ma,” I replied quietly. “Alright. Just call me if you decide to come,” she said before ending the call. “Okay,” I said softly, lowering the phone. As soon as the elevator doors opened, I had to grab the frame for support, I suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded. For a moment, I felt like the floor was swaying beneath me. I took a deep, steadying breath. Maybe it’s just from exhaustion. I haven’t slept at all.

The loss of blood and strength left her feeling powerless. She remained seated quietly in the donor chair. Her fingers lightly gripped the edge of the chair in an attempt to keep her body upright and dignified. She did not want to appear fragile, even though she truly felt as though she could collapse at any moment. Only three days had passed since Paige made her last donation. She clearly remembered the weakness she had experienced then: a heavy head, a cold body and a heart that seemed to beat more slowly than usual. Ironically, she had to experience all of that again now.

She is getting weak and weak. She lost so much of her blood. It was extremely difficult for the doctors to fix you anyhow. Why is your blood so different? No one could donate you! Not even me! I remember when I drank from her, I felt a burning sensation all over my body for the next two days. I never felt that way before. There is really something strange about her. I look out of the window, the sun is still hidden behind the clouds. I hear clacking sound and promptly look at the direction.

I looked at the ceiling. "Your aplastic anemia is confirmed. Your bone marrow isn't producing enough healthy blood cells to sustain normal function." He paused. "Your PCV is critically low. We've started a transfusion, but I want to be very clear with you." He waited until I looked at him. "Any further blood donation — even a small one — could kill you. Your body has no reserve left to draw from." I nodded slowly. "Your wolf," he continued, more carefully now, "shows no active healing response. She's very exhausted." He closed the clipboard. "Is there someone I should contact? Family? A friend?"

Anytime I see him, I could feel his fang deep down in my neck, about to break it. My heartbeat pick up and I started walking towards my room, I entered and close the door. It's been three days now and I've been ignoring him, well, I always leave a glass of my blood on the kitchen counter and he always drink it. I don't bother to ask him to heal me, I do it the natural way, first aid kit. But, I won't lie, I've been feeling dizzy and weak lately, like I'm loosing my blood. I didn't tell anyone, I'm guessing there's a healing spell in the spell book that I could use to help myself. I walk towards the drawer, I opened it and grab the spell book.

I said, and she nodded. “That could be due to the fact of the blood donation from family members. You needed to be isolated on the night of your surgery after it was done to ensure that your body didn’t resist the blood; however, you were fine by the end of it; however, you might feel a little fatigue or tired for a little while” she said, and Aurora frowned. “Family members?” Aurora asked, frowning in confusion. Nicolas took a step back, shaking his head at the nurse who had her eyes on me, not knowing that Nicolas seemed somewhat not pleased by what she was saying.

I asked, signaling my lawyer to keep the divorce papers away so that I could prepare to donate blood. Maybe because he was genuinely worried about Julianne, Irvin's face was pale, but he didn't say anything else. He just urged the doctor to take me to donate blood quickly. As the nurse motioned for me to sit down and prepare to draw my blood, I suddenly remembered something. "I'm sorry, doctor. I just wanted to ask something. I had a major surgery three months ago and lost a lot of blood. I'm still taking medications right now, will that affect my ability to donate blood?"

Maya The nurse handed me a juice box like I was five years old. "Your iron levels are concerning, Mrs. Chen. This is your sixth donation this year. You need to space these out more." She pressed a cotton ball to my inner elbow, her voice gentle but firm. "Your body needs time to recover." I nodded, too dizzy to argue. The recovery room smelled like antiseptic and the metallic tang of blood. My blood. Grace's salvation. David's solution.

I rolled up my sleeve and saw the red liquid flowing through a tube into my body. "Oh, Princess, you're finally awake," Mila hurried over to me. She pressed her hand to her chest, clearly relieved to see me. Mila caught my puzzled look at the tube and said, "You need a blood transfusion since you've lost quite a lot." I frowned. Is this the reason I feel so weak? "What happened to me?" My memory served me nothing, and as I attempted to piece together what occurred, all that came to mind was the argument I had with Dante in my office.