Mad Cow Disease Blood Donation Novels & Stories

Before his mom could respond, a doctor walked in and interrupted, “We are still trying to match the perfect blood with Mr Morgan. We need to take the blood samples of the three of you and see which one of you can donate his or blood. Any delay may cause so much damage.” “Blood…? I am ready to donate my blood to my dad.” Adrian said at once. “Okay, but we need to test it first. But to avoid any delay as your dad needs it now, we will take a sample from each one of you and undergo the test.” “We have no issue with that.”

the doctor answered. “But?” Maxwell asked anxiously, as he supposed there was more to come. “His blood has impurities in it” “Disease?” “No, sir. Metabolites and residues from recent drug use. We can't give her this.” Maxwell’s high hopes crashed. This was even worse than if the blood had been incompatible. To have it right on hand only for it to be useless because some bastard couldn't keep his hands off what he shouldn't take? “Is there anything else we can do?”

“I’ll put out word in our networks that we need blood.” Damian was out of his mind. He didn’t even have the strength to give out orders. Evelyn’s well-being was all that was on his mind. He felt like his world was crumbling down on him. Jack got to work and had every one of the Mafia’s networks looking for a donor with an O-negative blood group. An announcement was put up in the media. A reward of one million dollars would be given to anyone willing to donate blood to the Mafia boss’ wife. Someone finally came forward for the reward and was immediately taken for tests. The donor's blood was a match and was immediately sent to do the transfusion.

Oh well, he thought, as nature did its thing, it beats working for a living. Teddy drove to La Rèole in a foul temper. Though the town - once an important city - looked fabulous in the sunlight, Teddy was hungry and a little anxious. He did not like giving blood. Not that he had ever had to give very much. French paranoia over mad cow disease had put a stop to blood donation by foreigners such as himself. With his elevated cholesterol and occasional nasty infection however, he had had to give drops of it to the laboratory from time to time.

I ask. He shakes his head. “It’s rare. We don’t allow anyone showing signs of sickness to donate, and shifter blood is quite strong. The cells within the blood itself do a great job of fighting off illnesses. We have to be more careful with fae blood. It’s a bit more fragile. But if something is detected, it’s reported back to the site where the blood originated so the clinician can speak to the person whose blood was collected and provide medical attention if necessary.” “And do we think that this is actually happening in the villages?” This is an aside.

The doctor said. “What do you mean by that? Do you know my DNA?” I challenged him. “Hannah is AS and I don’t even know what your DNA is. Only AA is available to donate for her and nothing else.” “Ohh damn!!!” I shouted. “What’s wrong Aaron? Are you not AA? Or what?” Doctor Peter asked out of curiosity. “Yes I’m not. I’m also AS and it’s not possible for me to donate blood to her because she need a blood that is more stronger and more stable than ours.” I said to him.

I sipped the drink, watching Joel over the rim of the glass. “Hell no!” Joel knocked back his drink. “Maxwell got his blood delivered from the blood bank.” He chuckled. “He compelled a doctor to diagnose him with some rare blood disease.” “Did he ever drink animal blood?” Asking for a friend. I almost found it amusing. It must be the effect of the whiskey. It warmed my cold, dead insides.

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 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."

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.