How Much Blood In A Vial Novels & Stories

The needle was the smallest thing in the room and it scared her more than all of it. Dane came across the concrete with it held up, easy, like a man carrying a drink at a party. The vial in his other hand. The cooler open on the table behind him with its lid tipped back. "Small pinch," he said. She kept her eyes on the vial. Empty. Small. It held nothing and it was going to hold her. "Don't." "You've had blood taken before, Maya. You gave at that drive at the mall. I drove you."

"It was just five hundred milliliters. It didn't even tickle. I'm going back for another three hundred!" She ignored me, but her words echoed loud and clear. Derrick nearly choked on his surprise, coughing up a storm before he could finally grab her and try to talk some sense into her. "Shirley, I get it, you're fresh on the job and riding on a high, but donating blood isn't a game. For most folks, giving four hundred milliliters in six months is pushing it!" Another doctor chimed in, worry creasing his brow. "Seriously, don't get swept up and wreck your health!"

It was not a pleasant kind of laughter. I narrowed my eyes and asked, "Is that funny to you?" "Funny? Of course, it's funny. How could it not be?" His face twitched slightly, and his gaze bore into me as he spoke slowly. Each word was deliberate and clear. "You're not worth that amount, and I wouldn't pay it either." For some reason, a chill ran through my body at that moment, as though I had been cornered by a venomous snake. His eyes pinned me down, unwavering. Then, he said, "You're worth far more than that. What you can have is endless wealth.

Just final. I glanced back at the vial. The blood looked thicker now, darker, like it knew I was hesitating. My fingers twitched. It was just blood. Well, to me blood meant a lot.

He asked in a deep voice, “How much blood did Addy lose back then?” Kendry thought for a while before he answered, “About 3000ml. Her blood type was incredibly rare. We collected enough blood only after we found ten people with the same blood type. That was how she survived.” Duke contemplated for a while. The human body had between 3000ml to 4000ml of blood. If she had lost about 3000ml of blood, she would have certainly needed to replenish it many times. In other words, all of Addy’s blood had been replaced.

The needle punctured her vein, and her dark red blood slowly flowed into a bag. As the blood trickled out, Mable’s already pale face became even paler. She leaned against the chair with one hand on her abdomen, feeling dizzy. An average person typically donated 200 to 400ml of blood, so donating 300ml was generally safe. However, Mable’s current physical condition was not good, so donating 300ml was too risky. She could not afford to endanger her unborn child’s life. Thus, when the amount reached 200ml, she removed the needle.

"Needle in." The machine hummed. Dark red blood moved through tubes. Connor watched from the corner. His arms crossed so tight his knuckles were white. "Volume target is two-eighty millilitres," he said, reading from the chart. His voice was careful. Controlled. "For a recipient Nolan's size, the protocol calls for a minimum of two-forty." "Understood." Dr. Sammy didn't look up. "She weighs thirty-four pounds." Connor said it to the room. To no one. To whoever was listening. "Her total blood volume is somewhere around one-point-two litres. We are requesting nearly a quarter of it."

I ask tentatively. “Maybe a liter or two, more if your body can handle it. They do it twice a season, so you’ll have your blood taken about eight times a year. Your first one will probably be in a week.” He begins packing up his supplies and placing two vials of my blood into a small container. “Any other questions before I move on to the next one?” he asks gruffly.

“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.

My hands trembled slightly as I prepared the needle. “Just a little, Liam,” I murmured softly, steadying my voice though tears pricked my eyes. “Mama’s here. Just a little.” I pricked his skin carefully, drawing the blood into the thin glass vial. My movements were quick, practiced. But the moment I tilted the vial to the light, my entire body froze. The blood… it wasn’t the right color. It wasn’t bright red. It was darker. Almost black at the edges.