Mad Cow Disease Blood Donation の小説・ストーリー

“Donating blood isn’t a small matter. Moreover, my blood type is rare. If an emergency occurs, it’ll cost a life. The doctor also said it’s safest to have a six-month gap between the first blood donation and the second.” “So?” Chester cocked his head slightly. “You want the safest way to donate blood. You also want me to treat you well and give you money. Cindy, are you a cow or a whale? Do you have four stomachs? You’re so greedy.” “You misunderstood me. I just want to start my own business,” Cindy said hastily.

I didn't mind. "How much blood?" I heard myself ask. "Aubree, no," my mother rebuked sharply. "How much?" I repeated, looking at Mr. Cohen. "Approximately three pints per donation. Twice weekly. Well within safe limits for a healthy adult. Dr. Morrison, one of the country's top hematologists, would personally oversee your care." "And after three years?" "The contract ends. You're free to leave. By then, we hope to have developed a synthetic alternative." His face was expressionless. "Or found another donor."

I woke up in the pack clinic after my ninety-ninth blood donation for my twin sister, Maeve. She’d been cursed by an evil witch since birth—a dark curse that could only be sustained by the blood of her twin. My blood. But this time, the repeated donations had come with a cost. The healer said the years of constant blood donations had finally broken my body down, causing me to develop a rare blood disease, Aplastic anemia. And my wolf's healing couldn’t fight this because she's too weak and drained.

Brian asked. It was true, Jayden has some rare antibodies that made it very impossible for him to accept blood from other donors unless they have the exact blood group. Brian himself was affected but he could receive from three blood groups whereas Jayden could only receive from one. “It does look that way doesn’t it? But the blood rather be there for when you or someone else needs it than it not be there,”Jayden said. “When I was in the capital, I wanted to donate but my blood wasn’t safe at that time.”

My father’s rugged voice resounds in the room, making the middle aged man shrink into his seat. “Sorry, sir. Alright, we will try it.” The relief that crosses my face makes me breathe in sharply. “However, there’s just a tiny problem.” The doctor says, making my mother straighten up in her chair. “Tell us, money is not a problem, anything for the surgery. We will bring it.” “We need a Primordial Wolf to donate blood.” My heart pangs, Primordial wolf? “How, doctor?” My mother worriedly asks, frowning. “We can’t use a normal wolf’s blood?”

Time to breathe, and to prepare whatever was going to happen to us. “Ahh, I think I saw him during the first event I went to with Edwin and Linda.” My thoughts snapped back to the present when Maddie spoke beside me. I turned to her, seeing the frown fading on her face as she nodded. “Anyway,” she suddenly changed the topic. “I had my blood tested in the infirmary just earlier.” “What for? Are you sick?” I asked, surveying her face for signs of illness. She shook her head. “No, but there was an advisory for any new pack members to donate blood for the doctors to investigate for the case of the new rogues.”

Time was running out, and they needed a solution fast. Sia’s mind raced as she processed the doctor’s words. “What is his blood type?” she asked, her voice tight with worry. The doctor answered. “AB negative. We took his son’s blood sample last night in case we needed it, but unfortunately, it is not a match.” Leon said, “I’m AB negative.” The doctor responded . “You can’t donate blood after consuming alcohol.” Leon added. “Let me call someone. We usually keep blood stored for situations like this.”

Scratching the side of my jaw, I slowly nod my head, unsure if I’m making the right decision, and ask, “Can we wait a few days, so my wife will get the chance to be at his side if he passes?” “We can do that.” “Will you require more blood from me for Nate?” My blood type is O, and it’s a very rare one, just like Nate's, who is type AB. My blood cells are very universal, giving me the benefit of being able to donate to anyone. I suppose you can say it’s a rare superpower I possess. As for Nate, he can not receive blood from just anyone. Riddled with guilt and the images of Mia using her body as a human shield to protect my abi, I offered to donate my blood to Nate without hesitation—twice.

I sigh, since I'm the only one at home, I'll just go downstairs and get some water, I'm still not comfortable with them, I mean, I just transformed into a vampire overnight, I don't really think they're okay with me like this or I'm just overthinking things. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, removing the bottle cap and chugging it in, it doesn't feel good as blood. Now I know what vampires feel when they take in blood. Soon Ocean returns back with a blood bag. "Sorry I delayed" he handed me the bag. "I brought Macdonald's" he smiles. "What's the use, I don't want it" I shrugged. "No, you'll have to get used to eating human food so you don't always crave blood. Now drink that up then

“Unfortunately, Ms. Eloise, based on your medical history, you’re not a viable donor.” The room spun. “What do you mean? I’m his mother—how can I not be a match?” “You may share a blood type,” she explained gently, “But your previous illnesses have compromised your kidneys. We’ll need to test other family members.” Max needed a transplant, but there was more to it. I knew the implications of kidney disease all too well. They needed a donor, someone with a matching blood type but I couldn’t donate. I had been disqualified due to my past health issues—years of complications, surgeries, treatments that had left me with a weakened body.