Is Blood Pooling In Hands Normal 소설 & 이야기

I said quickly with panic rising into every word. She remained terrifyingly still, her breathing shallow. As I adjusted my grip to cradle her closer, I suddenly felt a strange wetness soaking through my fingers at the base of her head. While holding her head securely with one hand, I slowly removed my other hand from the back of her head to see what it was. The sight that met my eyes completely terrified me. My palm was entirely coated in blood. My breath hitched, a horrifying gasp escaping me as my hands started shaking.

Closing my eyes again, I breathe in the clean woodsy smell of Atlas' soap. "Here, drink this," the room is dark so I can't see the gentle hands that hold me and help me drink a large glass of orange juice but I can see the bright white bandage that some used to carefully wrap my arm. "The glass hit a large vein, which is why you were bleeding so badly," she explains, sounding almost like a professional nurse, or someone who spends a lot of time around them. "You are lucky you aren't anemic. Pregnancy can do that to you sometimes."

He felt something wet on his hand and he also smells something iron-like blood. He forced open his eyes and look at his hand which is touching Hai Rin's lower belly. In the dim light, he pulls out his hand and focuses on his wet palm. 'The color of my palm looks weird.' he draws it close to his nose. When he knew what is it on his hand, his eyes grew wide. He flips open the blanket and sees Hai Rin's lower part was covered with blood. Panicked, he checks on her body to try to find the wound.

She's losing air in her lungs but no matter how much she tried to be in control of her hands, it's not working. 'Help me.' Still struggling to get her hands off her neck she felt a cold thick liquid on her head. Surprisingly, she can move her hands again. She touched her hair and looked to her hands after. It was a sticky red liquid. She moved her hands smell the red thing on her hand. "I-It's blood," she said. Upon looking at it, like a raindrop, blood dropped to her hands, consecutively. "N-No, n-no, no!"

I didn’t even realize I was trembling until I saw him look down at our hands. “What happened to her?” I whispered. “I don’t know,” he said, shaking his head, looking just as lost. --- Ten minutes later, a doctor stepped into the lounge. He wore blue scrubs and looked calm, but his words were anything but. “She’s experiencing a rare clotting episode, likely due to a genetic blood disorder. It’s something that may have gone undetected until now.” I couldn’t breathe. “We need to perform a blood transfusion. Immediately.” “Take mine!” I said quickly, stepping forward. “Take my blood.”

My eyes darted to him, heart hammering against my ribs. His hand was still outstretched from the throw, fingers flexing slightly as if he were testing their range of motion, and that's when I saw it—thin, dark lines running down the side of his palm where he'd gripped the glass too tightly before hurling it. Blood. Fresh and crimson, welling up from what looked like multiple small cuts where the crystal had bit into his skin. It dripped in uneven trails, following the natural creases of his palm, pooling briefly at the curve of his wrist before slipping free and falling to the floor in perfect, round droplets that looked almost black in the lamplight.

He explained to me while still holding my one hand. I continued to stare at my reflection for another long minute. The veins under my eyes throbbed and I could see them pulsating with every second passing by. When I lowered my glance at my nose, blood seeped out and covered the sink that I stood nearby. I placed my hand over my nose, stopping the blood from spreading but it didn't stop. It dripped down my fingers and left a trail over my arms. Though, I didn't feel any pain.

I think I have to get some rest. I breathed in and out, but still, it was giving me a severe headache. I gathered all my strength and went to grab a glass of water. I drank it slowly, but then my hand was shaking. I started to feel uneasy and went back to sit on the sofa, but then I didn’t expect the next thing to happen. I suddenly coughed; I thought it was just a normal cough, but when I looked into my hands, I saw blood. It made me suddenly sit on the sofa, and I already knew what was going on.

That final foot would never land. The hand gripping the sword began to shake. At first, just a faint tremor in the knuckles. Then his entire hand convulsed violently, like an old man too frail to hold a teacup steady. He stared down at his own hand, his pupils shrinking to needlepoints. Black veins erupted beneath his skin, starting from his fingertips. They didn't surface from the outside. They leaked upward from within his blood vessels, every dark line spreading along the pathways of his veins.

What is one more life when your hands are stained with blood? As it spoke, Nathaniel felt a warmth coating his hands. Looking down, he saw blood sliding from every pore on his palms, coating them a rich red. Only a tiny amount of the countless pints he'd spilt over the years. The cloth fell from his grip, landing with a soft thud at his feet.