Isaac Blood Clot の小説・ストーリー

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 didn’t resist, her head fell against his shoulder, her fingers curling weakly into the front of his shirt. He stormed down the hall. “Move,” he barked at the first staff member who stepped into view, his voice low but lethal. “Get out of my way.” Lena rushed out of one of the side rooms, her eyes widening when she saw the blood dripping down Isabel’s legs. “Get the car,” Isaac ordered, his eyes never leaving Isabel’s face. “Now.” Another maid hesitated at the end of the corridor, stunned by the sight of blood. Isaac didn’t slow down.

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.”

Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as if she could hold him here, keep him with her. "Ivan! Help me!" she screamed, desperate, pleading. "Iris…" Ivan’s voice was sharp, cutting through the chaos, but she ignored it. "Help me lift him, please!" she sobbed, struggling against Isaac’s limp weight. But then— Isaac shoved her away. She barely registered the movement before she was knocked back, her hands slipping from him. He coughed violently, more blood bubbling past his lips, spilling down his chin. His body trembled, then suddenly collapsed from Ivan’s grasp, hitting the floor with a sickening thud.

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."

He cried, "Help… help! Jared is trying to kill me!" He staggered toward the doorway and fell straight into Mother's arms just as she pushed the door open. "Isaac! You… What on earth happened to you? Get the physician! Where is the physician? Call him here, now!" The blood all over Isaac's clothes scared the living daylights out of Mother. He shook his head weakly, then struggled to pull a doll from his robes, its surface smeared with blood.

“It happens to lots of inmates over the years.” “You learn that in nursing school?” Rancid asked. “No, I’ve worked here long enough to know.” “So what’s it going to be? Do you want to talk to the police and see if they’ll give you your cell back? Or do you want to leave with us?” Just then the door opened and Isaac stepped in holding a cardboard box the size of a microwave oven. On the side it read, “Blood products, not safe for human consumption.” He stepped over to the console and said, “I found it, fucking freezing in there.”

Then, she darted her sight through the cotton, two-piece attire he had changed into. After a good and hot bath, Isaac was looking more like the cute young wolf he was. And, thanks to the small gap in front of his teeth, each time he smiled, he looked really adorable and jolly. His eyes trained on the flames ahead, Isaac crossed his arms and continued, “I left our home in the Verano Pack months ago to join Clarissa here at The Crown-Blood Manor, but certain bandits attacked our ferry and took all the he-wolves captive. While it was uncertain where they took us, I know they almost sold us to a certain witch who wanted young men to satisfy her sexual needs.”