Mad Cow Disease And Donating Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

Well, it would have been better if it was just donating the blod and then moving on with life. No. I had a rare condition, still do. My blood count levels were lower than normal werewolves' and any slight loss, donating excluded, could easily lead to my death. By agreeing to donate, I had already accepted the possibility that I would probably not wake up. Even the doctors had been hesitant, but after seeing my determination, they had to go ahead with the procedure. I knew what I was getting myself into. I knew how dangerous it was, but for her, for the person that I had always seen as my sister, my only friend, I had been willing to do it.

Breed got another bad feeling that this day’s shocks would never end. Rain spoke instead, “He needs blood.” Breed had already had enough of today as he tossed his hands up. “So? Give him some. We have a good supply.” He turned to leave. “I have other things to tend to.” “He needs your blood, Breed,” Cowboy stated quietly. Breed halted and turned to look at them both. “He has a rare blood type and we don’t have enough on hand,” Rain explained. “Your blood type.” Cowboy added. “But since your MC is going to murder him, why bother?” Babe spoke up from where she sat next to Blade’s bed. Tears filled her eyes as she held onto his limp hand.

Bob asked. "Worse. It’s goat blood," the technician explained, holding up a report. "At first, I thought it was human, but microscopic analysis confirmed it’s goat. And it’s professionally packed." "Goat blood?" Bob gasped. "Tons of it, neatly packaged for distribution? That means they are supplying a community of blood-drinkers." "What about the permits?" Tom asked. "That’s the scary part. The drink has an official permit from the City Health Department."

“Hi, I’m Harriet Stenet, your donor liaison.” Amaija Klein. This is Brin and Zara.” She nods, focusing on me. “So, Ms. Klein, I’d like to jump right in if that’s okay?” “I’m ready to jump,” I say. “Great. Do you have a preference for the donor’s race?” “Race doesn’t matter.” “Age?” “Age doesn’t matter either.” “Education?” “I’m pretty smart, so the kid’s got a good shot with half my DNA,” I say, not wanting to rule out anyone over a fancy degree.

I questioned trembling. "It’s a routine procedure, and we’ll take every precaution to ensure his safety. The priority right now is to find a compatible donor as quickly as possible. Do you know Miguel's blood type? Or yours?" "Yes, he is O-positive, and I am O-negative. Does that mean… I can donate, right?" "If your health permits, you can. But we need to run a few tests to confirm. O-negative donors are universal, but they’re also rare. Time is critical, so we’re also reaching out to the blood bank."

Were they hiding here from me? “Ma’am, your blood is a match…” “What are we waiting for then?” I ask, cutting the nurse off. “It’s a match, but you can’t donate blood while pregnant,” she announces. “Shit, I totally forgot about my pregnancy.” “Can’t I just donate to her? I can’t let her die. I need to find my daughter,” I panic immediately. “I’ll just donate to her. I’m a universal donor,” Malcolm’s voice sounded from outside the room.

Marly stated, getting louder as the words flew out of her. “We appreciate that Luna, but you were not in the frame of mind we needed to do a transfusion,” the doctor responded calmly. “She was just told her mate was dying and may lose his leg. How was she supposed to respond?” I demanded. I could not believe what I was hearing. Everybody knew that mates were compatible blood donors for one another. It was set up that way by the Moon Goddess so mates would not be required to accept another wolf’s blood donation. The scent of another female in the male mate has a strong potential to drive the fated female mate insane.

I asked. "Mr Lockwood need blood right now the blood in his system is very little and can barely sustain him for a few hours, we need to find blood donators or the only option remain is that we can get a blood in the blood bank." The doctor said. "Blood? Blood? I can give him mine....take as much as you want." I volunteered. The doctor shook his head and looked at me pitifully. "Before your blood can be used Mrs Lockwood we have to undergo a blood test to know if you're in any form infected with blood disease and also to know if your blood matches with his." The doctor said.

Fabian’s weary head shot up and fear pulled at his heartstrings, “What is it? Have you gotten the blood bag?” The nurse was exasperated, “No, we’ve run out of her blood type. She’s got a very rare blood type. I came to ask if you have any relatives or friends who might be - ” Fabian’s face lit up, “It’s not that rare, have me tested. I donated to her brother just days ago. We should be a match. I can donate my blood to –“ “Mr Williams, we can’t accept you if you’ve just donated. It’s against hospital policy and it’ll be detrimental to your health,” the nurse shook her head sadly.

Rick, who heard that, smiled and didn't mind it, "No problem, Mother. Besides, we can-" "Good afternoon, how are you doing Mr. Alex Rome in there?" asked James instantly who at this time had cut off the conversation between the two. They can see the doctor came up to them and after that stared at James for a moment, "We haven't got that donor yet. Sorry." "I will donate it. After all, our blood type is very similar. I also don't have any congenital diseases or anything," said Mother Maria to the doctor. The doctor smiled and nodded, "Thank goodness then. Come on, you'll have to do some tests first before we take the blood."