Foreign Object Circulating In The Blood Novels & Stories

He moved the transducer again and again over the same spot. “Is something wrong?” I asked, my voice higher than I intended. He stayed silent for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. “Here…” he pointed to a dark area at the top of the image, “there’s a small shadow. It could be an intrauterine hematoma, which sometimes happens after a blow.” The blood drained from my face. Bright squeezed my hand hard. “What does that mean?” he managed to say, his voice like a restrained growl.

"Can you spill it out a bit faster??" I wasn't my normal self as I sat there staring at the man whose hands the life of my son was in. He looked too collected for someone who could destroy my perfect life with a word. "I'm sorry, Mrs Blake. I'm just trying to give you as much information about this situation as I can. So, the bad news is that the bacteria in your son's blood passed through the lining of the gut into the main bloodstream. What we're looking at here is a sign of blood infection."

I collapsed into Ava's arms, shaking uncontrollably. He made it. He made it. He's alive. I sobbed harder as the weight of days, weeks, months of fear finally shattered into pieces around me. The doctor's voice softened, explaining as he led us to a small private room. "There was something strange during surgery," he said, glancing at the chart in his hand. "We found foreign chemicals in his bloodstream." I wiped my face with shaking hands. "Chemicals?" "Yes. Some kind of compound. Not something typically found in the body naturally. It was... interfering with his healing process."

I ask needing to know if my baby was in pain. “No,” Jasper is quick to assure me. “From what we know when this happens, is that more of a warm sensation starts in the chest and spreads through the body. Luckily, Debbie explained this to Margaux right before she collapsed,” “Why did she collapse?” Eric asks his tone suspicious and I can’t tell if he’s questioning Margaux’s or Jasper's intentions. Jasper keeps his professional composure and adjusts his glasses. “When the vessel popped, white blood cells went into overdrive to try and fight off any infection and to continue carrying oxygen in the blood. It simply was too much given her already weak condition,” Jasper explains.

They bled as though they were attacked only hours prior. “They’re not doing well at all,” said Shan. “I’ve stitched them up multiple times in the past two cycles, with nanites and with traditional synthcord. But their wounds keep opening up. From my bioscans, they’ve got some alien infection coursing through them, and it’s stopping their blood from clotting properly.” “Wait, what?!” said Amal. “They contracted hemophilia? Isn’t that a genetic disorder?” The doctor nodded solemnly. “Most of the time, yeah,” she said. “Somehow, they contracted it during the attack.”

Reid frowned as he examined Georgia’s lab results that immediately came in within minutes of sending the specimens for examination, his eyes narrowed in confusion. “This does not make sense,” he murmured, drawing Maxton’s attention. The doctor’s voice was tight with concern as he gestured to one of the lab charts. “Her blood… there is something off about it. It is not just the loss of blood; there is a… a foreign substance.”

Lisanna saw the confusion on Abba's face, she said. “Abba! The doctor just informed me that Adonis has thrombocytopenia, a disease related to blood clotting problems. To put it more clearly, if Adonis is injured, the blood in his body will continuously flow and cannot be stopped. If he does not receive a timely blood transfusion, Adonis will die from excessive blood loss. Unfortunately, Adonis's blood type is Rh-, an extremely rare blood type. I can't always be by Adonis' side to protect him, and I'm afraid I can't find Rh- people to save him. So I need your help, please help me find people with Rh-blood. I want to buy their blood back to reserve, I'm afraid that dangerous problems will happ

Dawson’s fingers clenched around the sheet. “Mia,” he said again, my name like a rope thrown in a flood. “I’m here,” I told him, softer. “Stay with me.” His gaze sharpened, then so briefly I could’ve imagined it, his shoulders eased by a fraction, as if my voice had found a place in him that still remembered safety. The CT didn’t take long to confirm what my gut already knew: an old retained foreign body, bullet fragments, had likely seeded an abscess. Infection had been simmering, patient ignoring symptoms until the pot boiled over.

Lola POV I glared at him angrily. “That’s very childish of you. I forgot to tell you that the doctor said that I can’t bleed too much, and I can’t be infected. Otherwise, I will get hemophagocytic syndrome.” He was still smiling. He gently stroked my lower abdomen. “Do you know what that is? It’s an incurable disease. It’s even worse than leukemia and cancer.” His voice became softer and weaker, then his body sank, and he fell beside me.

"This is synthetic blood. It won't heal him once it enters his system! It'll only make his condition worse." 'Boom!' Zeke's eyes widened in terror. 'Fuck!'