Foreign Object Circulating In The Blood の小説・ストーリー

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.

He observed carefully and finally discovered something. It turned out that the blood wisps, which were as thin as hair and which made up the blood cocoon, were not concrete. Instead, they were extremely delicate tubes, wrapping around the white bones. At the same time, they were all seeping into the sea of blood. The shimmer that flashed was not light, but some strange substance in the crimson tubes, which was absorbed from the sea of blood. It was constantly being transmitted into the blood cocoon... Ding Hao was greatly shocked.

He poured all his emotions on the wheels. “Where are we going?” Annabelle asked. All she got was silence. *** “SHE is suffering from severe thrombocytopenia, Miguel. It is a deficiency of a blood component we call platelet. The platelet is the reason our blood is capable of producing blood. And, based on her statement, it started when she was young, around 11 years of age." The doctor, also a friend of his, spoke with him privately.

The doctor turned to her mother and a gloomy look settled on her face. “The tests we ran showed that there is a contamination in her blood. We could try to flush it out, but…” “A contamination?” Hadassah asked, the horror evident on her face. The doctor nodded. “It's a strange toxin we've never seen before. It's very dangerous and spreading fast and if a blood transfusion is not performed quickly, I'm afraid the consequences could be disastrous, but your blood type is not common either, so it would be a bit difficult to get donors.”

Another nurse cleaned the inside of my elbow with cold antiseptic. “You’re doing the right thing,” she said gently. I nodded, for Alice. Everything for Alice. The needle slid in, a sharp sting followed by steady pressure, and dark red began flowing through the tube. I watched it, my blood going to her, my heart twisting painfully. I tried to slow my breathing, but my thoughts wouldn’t obey. AB negative. A rare type. A perfect match. And the disorder the doctor mentioned—congenital. Present from birth.

It all pressed in at once. “What exactly are we talking about?” Franklin asked. He stepped closer to the bed. His shoes made a soft sound on the linoleum floor. “They don’t match any normal pregnancy response. It looks like a foreign substance entered her bloodstream. We’re still trying to identify it.” My hand pressed against my stomach. The skin felt tight under my palm and the baby shifted once, a small push against my fingers. “How is the baby?”

"My body doesn't produce its own blood; it only filters the blood that I ingest." I looked at him incredulously. "There's a science behind it, Ella. We wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't safe," Dr. Zosak explained. He grabbed a new IV line and began to approach me. "Well you better explain it to me or you're not going to touch me," I said, pulling away from him. Dr. Zosak sighed. "When a foreign substance, known as an antigen, enters your body, it induces an immune response, which produces antibodies. When Cain drinks blood, his body produces these

I asked politely, after submerging the urge to call her a bitch right to her face. She seemed taken aback a little at first, probably surprised that I'll be so engaging on my first day at work; everyone was. " Well, these impurities are toxins in their blood which congeal during fermentation, and thus, become dangerous. It does not inherently migrate from the blood even during its industrial production into things like milk, jelly, butter, mayonnaise, or any other thing", she said.

Cornelius asked anxiously; his face etched with guilt and heartache. “The thickened blood has lodged itself in a portion on his head.” Esmeralda took a deep breath as she explained “In most instances, it should have disappeared with the passing of time but for some reason, in his case, it seemed to be solidifying more.” “And that is bad…. How?” Baldwin asked cautiously not understanding the implication. “If it gets fixated on the spot permanently, then it can stop the blood flow to that area and ….” Esmeralda sighed; she didn’t want to say the rest out loud… for fear of the superstition that once it is said out loud, it might happen.