Foreign Object Circulating In The Blood Novels & Stories

Zane heard a gentle voice and he raised his head to see a lady in a white coat, walking over to them. Immediately, he set the jacket down and walked over to her, and she said, “Your wife is suffering from Penetrating trauma. This happens when a foreign object penetrates the body, tearing a hole in one or more blood vessels. We are prepping her for surgery, but she has the rarest blood type in the entire world and that’s Rh-null. Unfortunately, we are out of stock-“ “Whatever amount that you need to get it back in stock, I will pay… How much?” Zane asked her, his voice cracking.

“The doctor wants our next visit to be at the palace. He’s transferring your file to the royal medic. It’s just protocol—nothing to worry about.” I studied his face. “Adrian… what’s really wrong?” He hesitated, glancing at Ingrid, then back at me. “Can we talk in the car?” “No,” I said firmly. “Tell me now before you get time to make an excuse.” He looked torn for a second, then came closer and sat on the edge of the bed. “They found something odd in your blood work. A foreign substance. They’re not sure what it is yet, but it’s not something your body reacted well to.”

"Fifteen minutes later, Emberly turned a very serious face." The Complete Blood Count is too high. Looks like an inflammation or an infection. "Emberly thought of Mango's body and asked, ""Didn't you control yourselves last night?""" "Emberly 's question made Nathaniel feel very awkward. However, for the sake of Mango's body, he still nodded his head." Mango's body is severely injured. It's best to control yourself when having intercourse. I'll set up a drip for her then we'll see what happens next.

I could see the bright red blood moving through the tube from his arm to her body. "How long is it going to take for this to be over?" I asked raspily. "About two hours, your Majesty," the doctor replied. "Two hours? Why does it have to take that long?" I snapped. "I reduced the rate at which the blood flows into her body. If the flow is increased, her body will react adversely to it," he explained. Nuella lifted her gaze from Athena's body and locked eyes with me. "He is right about that, your Majesty. Her father's blood is foreign to her body right now. Introducing an excessive amount at once will disrupt her internal system and cause complications,"

I stood up. “Did you go for a blood test to see if you have the same blood type as the patient? The patient has hemophilia, excessive bleeding from the nose. Now the patient is anemic, a rare blood type!" Oh my god, it's rare blood. Simon, why didn't you tell me you have a rare blood type.

I was thinking frantically, trying to remember everything I’d learned about toxins and venoms and how they moved through the human circulatory system. The way the black veins were spreading suggested that whatever was in Naomi’s system was being carried by her blood, which meant it was contaminating her entire cardiovascular system “It’s acting like a hemotoxin,” I said, more to myself than to anyone else as I paced around the examination room. “Something that’s breaking down her red blood cells and spreading through her cardiovascular system faster than her body can filter it out.”

"I don't know what this is. And I hate not knowing." He put his hand on my shoulder. "We'll figure it out. Go home. Get some sleep. Come back with fresh eyes." I nodded but I didn't leave. I went back into the patient's room after Dr. Wallace walked away. The man was unconscious but stable for now. I stood there watching his chest rise and fall and let my brain work through everything we knew. Bleeding from mucous membranes. Disrupted coagulation. No sign of infection. My mind kept circling back to something I'd read years ago. A case study about a rare blood disorder triggered by a specific plant compound. It was a long shot but I had nothing else.

" Yeah. And I had them eaten the whole weeks I took the drugs. Is there a problem, doc? " " I think there is, but be rest assured, it isn't that big or... serious. " " I... I don't understand. " " I need to have a test of your blood. Maybe it's not really what I think it is. " He took a sample of her blood, checking it in a test tube. " What did you see? " Elisa asked almost impatiently. " Patient, dear. " He adjusted the microscope, still studying on the blood sample. " There seem to be a foreign body in your blood. "

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.

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.