Isaac Blood Clot の小説・ストーリー

Desperate, I grabbed the vase on the table to defend myself, but I accidentally bashed it against Isabella's forehead instead. When Isabella touched her forehead and saw the blood on her hand, she immediately shrieked. She was half-human, half-werewolf, and she'd inherited her human father's haemophilia, which meant that her wound wouldn't stop bleeding on its own. For the werewolf healers, this condition was easy enough to treat, but Sebastian stopped them. "Treat her using the humans' method. Give her a blood transfusion," he instructed them. Sebastian eyed me coldly and jabbed a finger in my direction. "You're going to give her your blood. If anything happens to her, you're screwed! You'r

Glancing at Isabella, he walked outside and answered, "Hello." "It's me!" Isaac's voice came from the other end of the phone. "What is it?" "Well, there's something I'm not sure if I should say...." "What is it?" Cedric's expression turned grim. Isaac was currently serving as Isabella's primary doctor and was well-informed about Isabella's condition. He hesitantly said, "Are you sure Isabella's eyes were injured during her kidnapping?" "Yes," Cedric affirmed. The atmosphere turned heavy as soon as Cedric replied. Isaac's breathing also turned labored after a moment.

"Evan, since we ran into you, hurry up and check out Connor's kid. Isaac is running a high fever, and the wait at this hospital is way too long." Hearing that, Connor immediately thrust Isaac toward me. "Dr. Miller, Isaac has had a fever for two days. This hospital insists on drawing blood for tests, and after all that hassle, they still haven't prescribed anything. You've got the most experience. Just check on him and write us a prescription!"

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."

Xander beat his chest coughing hard blood spilling from his mouth, fear creep into Isabelle heart as she walk towards him,she tried to block the memories of the past and instead focus on the present. "Mr Mack" Isabelle turn him over,he groan clutching the bedsheet,she crouch fighting back her tears and swearing repeatedly,she open the bag slowly trying not to move fast because of her shaky hand. She pick out the red and inject him the pick up the blue in hesitation before doing the same,she collapse on the floor as his hand fall loosely on the bed. **** Sasha pick the call in one ring,she sigh seeing it's an unknown number "Sasha mack owner of....."

Leaving her faced with the sight of Isaac standing in front of a mirror, his chest bare and his pants pulled down almost to the edge of his crotch, as he picked at a wound at the end of his abdomen that seemed to be gushing blood all over the room. “What are you…?” he started to ask, harshly, but Millicent had already acted on instinct, running to grab the first aid kit that was thrown on his bed, ripping off a bandage so she could press it against his wound “Fuck! What do you think you’re doing?!” Isaac growled, but as furious as he seemed, she just remained crushed between him and the mirror, determined to stop his bleeding. “What are you doing?! Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to

It shrieks in pain before I’m crushed beneath it. ‘Sarah!’ Isaac’s voice calls through my mind. I’m totally squashed beneath the rogue, but I kick my legs, trying to claw my way out. It’s skin is oily and thin, and my claws leave trails of its blackish-green blood as I pull myself free of its weight and breath in the comparably fresh air. Isaac runs toward me, favoring his right front leg, his golden fur blotched with both red and green-tinged blood. But the rogue lifts its head, its powerful jaws widening, just as Isaac attempts to leap over it to get to my side. It catches Isaac around the belly and tosses him against the orrery.

He raises his hand to his chest then loosens off his shirt collar and unfastens some buttons. “Isaac, are you okay? You look pale. Let me get you some water.” I lean over to his desk and reach for the crystal carafe, but not in time. He tries to say something but instead it is a strangled sound that I hear. He is clutching his chest with his fingers. “Eliza, Eliza,” I shout out and quickly run to Isaac’s side and place an arm around him. She comes running in. “Oh my God, what is happening? We need to call an ambulance. Dante call an ambulance immediately. I think he’s having a heart attack.” She rushes to his side as I pull out my mobile and make the call.

Issac loves this girl so much. Issac felt lightheaded as they got closer to the hospital. Victor pulled over the car with a screeching noise as Issac shoved the door open. He stumbled out and held Innessa in his arms. He was about to drop her but he growled holding her up not caring about his arm. Ivan offered to carry her but Issac walked past him into the hospital as he lay her down on the stretcher as the staff hurried the stretcher to the operating room.

"But right now, my sword and soul are solid." Isaac tried to pull away but was floored by a kick to his lower back. Pain danced up his spine and into his jaw as his chin connected with the ground. A thin trail of blood leaked from a split in his lip, soon to be caught by Babi who studied the rubies on his finger before taking them on his tongue with a smirk. "More might follow..." His hand tightened on the sword and he edged forward. "Sooner, later, who knows?" Am-Heh's eyes turned to the grey abomination, its mouth drooling viscous salvia as it stretched to reach whatever corpse lay near, feasting on rotting flesh and bone, its belly swelling all the more as it did so.