روايات وقصص ضمن Mad Cow Disease Blood Donation

The nurse tells us. "I am a universal donor, O negative blood type, take what you need." I answer. "Okay, follow me. Megan, you can go and see Molly now, just... hold her hand, try not to move her or touch anything else, she is still very raw." The nurse adds. I follow the nurse into the room next to Molly's, here she hooks me up to have my blood drawn. I agree to give 2 units, as that is the limit I am allowed to donate.

Direct. Under questioning, one of the dealers cracked. Said Darius funneled money and supplies through scattered labs with no consistent location. Said he never met him, only took shipments, stored them, redistributed through cutout couriers. Didn’t know what the blood was for, only that it had to be fresh, clean, pulled from wolves with unbroken lines. No infections. No altered genetics. He said the buyers paid well. Said the donors didn’t always survive. Some were compensated in drugs. Others were threatened into silence. At least one was a minor.

The doctor turned to her mother and a gloomy look settled on her face. “The tests we ran showed that there is a contamination in her blood. We could try to flush it out, but…” “A contamination?” Hadassah asked, the horror evident on her face. The doctor nodded. “It's a strange toxin we've never seen before. It's very dangerous and spreading fast and if a blood transfusion is not performed quickly, I'm afraid the consequences could be disastrous, but your blood type is not common either, so it would be a bit difficult to get donors.”