Gauge Needle For Blood Donation Novels & Stories

To kill the awkward atmosphere building up between them, Georgia decided to pay her attention to Manuel who was unconscious while also monitoring the bag. She was taking a glance at the bag from time-to-time. Primo was expecting that he was to fill that bag, but Georgia couldn’t allow that. Heck! Even two litres of blood from him was impossible as it was not included in the standard of donation! She could only draw a pint of blood from him–it would have been better if it was lesser than a pint.

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.

45 Belle was taken to a ward where her blood was tested and found free from any blood borne infection. Her haemoglobin level was tested as well and she was found good to donate. It was finally time for her to give out her blood. The nurses escorted her to ward 0032 where the family of the girl were waiting. The couple who bumped into her three days ago were there as well. Now she knew why she was so interested in what their emergency was. She wasn't one to believe in fate and the sorts but this was fate. Fate pulled her to help this girl for some reason unbeknownst to her.

“Now stay still.” “Okay,” my voice is weak. “But I might throw up.” “There’s a bucket on your left. Use that.” Her fingers are nimble and I barely feel the pinch on my skin when the needle pierces it. I see the syringe fill partially with my dark red blood. The blood doesn’t faze me, nor do Dr. Brown’s intentions. The nausea is building up and my vision is blurring.

“We’ve traced her blood donation to the infirmary. The healer—and this was on your instruction—extracted 2000 cc.” “An adult’s total blood volume is around 4000–5000 cc. We suspect foul play—possible murder.” Kane went pale. The color drained from his face. “You… you’re saying what?” “Impossible—absolutely impossible!” He forced a bitter laugh. “Madam donated blood to save Doris after her fall. They told me another 400 cc would suffice. How could it be 2000?” His eyes reddened, voice trembling.

Chapter 163 Cynthia’s POV The nurse looked between us, her eyes moving from Ethan’s rigid frame to my face, clearly unsure of who the question was meant for — or if there even was a question yet. “Uhm…” I heard my own voice before I fully registered the decision forming in my head. “In that case, I would donate the blood. I’m a universal donor — blood type O. I can do that, right?” The words surprised even me. The nurse blinked, then nodded slowly, processing. “Yes,” she said carefully. “Type O negative is universal. But…”

I politely responded. The nurse then applied some pressure on the punctured site with gauze to stop any form of bleeding from my arm. She finally disposed of the needle and collection equipment in a container and I saw her label the blood sample with my name clearly written as "MRS ANDREA ZAVERI" which she immediately took to the lab for testing before I could utter any word.

the doctor says and I sit. He then comes and inserts a needle in my arm and I could see blood coming out. This is my first time donating blood, and I am glad I have done it to save the most precious person in my life. “We are done. Just rest here for about ten minutes before you come out. Let us rush this blood to Gael.” The doctor says. “Doctor, how is he?” I ask. “He is still not out of danger yet. We are still observing him. It's a miracle that he is still alive.” The doctor says.

Noelle couldn't help but ask, "What if I needed a blood transfusion right now, Quentin? Would you be able to donate your blood for me?" His breath caught in his throat. He frowned and responded gently, "But you don't actually need a blood transfusion right now. Besides, I have more than 28 ounces of blood in me. I can still save you!" Noelle scoffed. "Are you out of your mind? The most blood you can donate at a time is 14 ounces; you've already given 28 ounces to Xyla, and you want to give me some too? Do you want me to marry a dead man?"

"Sir, we have blood supplies—" "I said take mine." I wasn't asking, it was an order and they knew better not to follow through with it. Ten minutes later I was lying on a gurney while a needle pierced my arm, watching my blood flow through a tube into a bag. They'd let me donate the maximum amount they safely could, and honestly I'd have given more if they'd let me. If my blood can keep you alive, I thought, watching the crimson liquid fill the bag, take it all. Take everything. Just don't die.