Isaac Blood Clot Novels & Stories

He struggled to swallow his saliva as he tried to remain calm. "How is she?" asked Christian worriedly, feigning discomfort. It would have been better to call a woman to look after her. As he watched, Isaac pulled out an ampoule and injected a warm saline solution intravenously to help warm the blood. "She'll be fine, this vial is a solution to warm her blood, make her some tea and hopefully this won't cause any problems for her health, she may be suffering from a respiratory condition, it's also necessary to keep her resting for a few days."

He's now wearing a white shirt and dark pants. Izaac walked towards the kitchen with ease, hands were kept inside his pockets. He looked as if he's about to strangle anyone at the moment. His aura is very different from Ambrose although they somehow share the quiet type. Izaac is not as sharp as he looks, he strides with ease. He's reckless and cruel. He is just pure evil. “Bloodsuckers like vampires?” Izaac nodded, “Yes.” I was about to strike another question when a yell from the kitchen interrupted my thoughts.

Isabel was brought out of her nostalgic thoughts by Xavi’s call through the mind-link. “Is there a problem?” She asked. “I just got a call from the pack doctor that Carlos is out of coma.” Xavi informed her, “He wishes to know your next order before discharging him from the hospital.” “Tell him to wait for me. I’ll be there in half an hour.” Isabel instructed. She then said goodbye to her little sister before leaving the room. “Alpha, are you feeling better now?” Xavi, who was awaiting Isabel’s arrival outside the pack hospital asked the minute she climbed out of her dad’s black Mercedes Benz X-class truck. He was concerned about her physical well being after seeing her in pains for the firs

He disengages and shoves Malcolm forwards as blood flows from his side. He doesn't pay it any attention, but I can see Ingot's eyes shining through. That pissed him off. The bleeding slows as I watch, and relief settles in my chest. Malcolm circles him, panting hard now, sweat running over his back and down his forehead. Isaac lunges, sliding low and kicking out Malcolm's legs. He jumps up and over it, but Isaac kicks again and connects with his knee. You can hear the crack from here, and Malcolm goes down with a yell of pain.

I rushed to the kitchen; grabbed two clean towels, a bowl of fresh water, and ran back where I handed Isaac a towel, "Press that on his wound to stop the bleeding and press it tight!" He nodded as I rushed to my room, pulled the kit out of the cabinet in my bathroom and headed back up where I dropped to my knees beside Isaac. I've never ran so fast in my life. He moved aside and I took over, mind-linking Francis to inform him of the situation.

"She's stable," the doctor said quietly, watching Isaac's expression carefully. "There was a subchorionic hemorrhage. It's a clot that forms between the uterine wall and the placenta, and when it bursts, it causes heavy bleeding. It's not uncommon in the first trimester." Isaac stood still, jaw locked so tightly the muscles near his temple twitched, he didnt move from where he stood. "She fainted from the sudden drop in blood pressure and the shock. The blood made it look worse than it is. We've cleaned everything, checked the fetus, everything’s fine.”

Isaac shook his head in disagreement, turning to leave again. "Then watch him as he turns into yet another murderer and murder the sister you just united with." Charles said hatefully. "I won't let my sister die, okay? But I'm not doing it in your own way," Isaac yelled, walking away from him before he could utter another word. When he got to his room, he pulled out a card and headed to the hospital once more to get the drugs he needed. By the time he was done, he came back, hiding them in his drawer along with the syringe before stepping out asking about Serena. He found out she was in the king's cell but grabbed two bottles of vertigo before heading there.

the attending doctor informed him with a sense of urgency. Isaac’s heart sank, and a wave of despair washed over him. There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and his body shook. “I’ll donate my blood.” A voice cut through the tense situation, like a glimmer of hope. Isaac’s eyes lit up, and he turned around to look at the kind-hearted person. However, when he saw who it was, his expression turned extremely ugly. Nina stood in front of Isaac. She shifted her gaze at the doctor and said calmly, “I have RH-negative blood. I can transfuse blood to her. Take mine.”

Isaac stumbled backward at the impact, his power wavered there for a second; Nikolas's move was ballsy and unexpected, especially when he was held back at the moment and outnumbered. Isaac gained his balance quickly, his hand slowly went to his temple, where a cut could be clearly seen. He wiped at it, bringing his fingers forward and looking at the blood, if his eyes terrified me before, now they made me cower away in my seat, they looked ready to raise hell over everyone. Nikolas had blood spurring forward from his head as well but he didn't care, for someone who endured pain a lot, he sure looks unthreatened at the moment, but I have a feeling, Isaac is going to make him regret every seco

As for Isabella's quick sword, it turned into stabbed into his chest. "You... Why?" Raven did now no longer answer, or rather, he couldn't answer. For he collapsed at the spot. "Why?" Tearfully, Isabella embraced Raven's head, caressing lightly. "This... Worked simply as I thought. A blood transfusion % crafted from my very own blood... Anna delivered it right here for me, that turned into genuinely a great decision." ".........!?" "She stated that due to the fact my blood kind is so rare, I need to inventory up a few simple in case of surprising accidents in instances of want. Oh well... I wager it additionally works as storing meals for you."