Foreign Object Circulating In The Blood Novels & Stories

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.

Everyone scampers, my hands unable to strike anything again. “Oh my goddess,” someone pants. “What the hell is wrong with her?” The words feel far away yet so close at the same time. “She has claws.” “Does it mean she’s been lying about being wolfless!” “Judging by the blood, it could be her first time.” “Goddess, I hope this is normal. She cut me, who knows what diseases she has.” “She cut me too.” Slowly, their words get drowned out by the roaring in my ears. My whole body feels heavy, different. I try to move my hands and feet…but I can’t.

“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. "