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Investigations: The patient’s initial work-up included a full blood count, type and cross-match for transfusion, and X-ray imaging of her head and lateral cervical spine. The X-rays were both performed at the primary medical facility. Head X-ray was of poor quality but did not reveal any obvious injuries. Cervical spine X-ray imaging was lost on transfer, and repeating the cervical spine X-ray at the tertiary hospital would have delayed operative treatment. Cross-sectional imaging was not performed, as CT scanning is not available at the tertiary hospital. Her full blood count was notable for a hemoglobin of 11.3 g/dl and platelet count of 202 (x106 u/ml).

Pine nodded firmly. Kevin convinced herself. From behind, Julio walked over with a tray containing two silver vials, a syringe, and a dagger. Pine looked at the three items nervously. "I will support whatever your decision," said Kevin. Kevin also took one of the two cups, which was the blood cup. "Drink half of it, it will help you fight the pain later." Pine held this cup tightly, she kept looking at its contents feeling hesitant to drink it. The deep red liquid made her even more nervous. She knew that this was the blood of vampires and if she drank it then Pine could no longer retreat.

“It’s also called ‘golden blood.’ Extremely rare — less than fifty people worldwide are known to have it. I’ve only seen it twice in my entire career and there’s no supply of it in the blood bank.” “Then how is he alive?” I asked. She looked down, then back up at us. “Because I donated mine.” “You did what?” Dante barked.

Above the Whispering Crypts, the Grand Ballroom of the Sanguine Palace was a vision of morbid opulence. Hundreds of pureblood vampires, the oldest and most depraved in Europe, were gathered beneath chandeliers made of enchanted bone and weeping rubies. They were celebrating. They were dressed in silks and velvets, sipping the finest vintages of 'Shadow-Infused' blood, waiting for the Progenitors to present their greatest prize: the heart of the Shadow Queen.

Natasha could feel a headache coming on, "Yes it was a serious seizure but what worsened the patient's illness is different. He needs steady blood transfusion too but his blood type isn't available anywhere in the country or out. He has a blood type so rare that it's called golden blood. Only fifty people are known to possess it in the whole world!" Beatrice's eyes twinkled as a thought came to her, "Golden blood? Are you sure it's that rare?" "There is no need to rack your brain mom. You would understand can't how dire this medical emergency is." "I know where to get it," Beatrice said firmly. "Mom, what are you talking about?" "I 'accidentally' tripped that little Vixen off the stairs a mo

“Are you sure this number will last?” “We’ll make it last till next quarter, Alpha. And we’re beyond grateful.” “Hey. This is why I’m working hard.” “Thank you.” “Anything else?” “Just a suggestion. Maybe you should do a blood pact with Vana so she could link you when there’s an emergency. And it’s solstice today.” “Damn it. It completely slipped my mind. I’ll do it right now while everyone is around. Give me the chalice.” He took it from the cabinet and handed me the knife. I made a small cut on my finger and let three droplets of my blood fall into the chalice. Since Nirvana was human, this way worked more than the common blood pact.

I owed it to him to make things right. The lightbulb finally clicked on in my head—animal blood wasn't gonna cut it. Vivaldi was in too deep, and he needed the good stuff: human blood…or maybe my own. I’m a pureblood, which basically means my blood’s like a fancy, top-shelf elixir. My master once used it to heal other supernaturals, but I’d never tried it myself. Still, it was worth a shot.

No doubt getting ready to work on the antiquated blood pressure machine that consistently malfunctioned. "Nomo," Pella stated matter-of-factly, her arms crossed over her chest. "To arrive at a business before peak hours? Who has been reduced to ashes?" "Charming as always, sister," he sneered, striding by Sofia as if she hadn't existed all along. "Nice to see you haven't let the patrons suck your reserves dry," "What do you want?" she demanded, resting her hip against the edge of the bar. “Listen, I just stopped by to warn you that there is a 'Blood Moon Celebration' among the purebloods,” he said, using air quotes to mark quotation marks as he spoke. Sofia can't help but be curious, but she

"Rare? What do you mean? This hospital's blood bank is fully stocked, isn't it? Take as much as she needs!" The doctor shook his head slowly, his expression growing even more somber. "It doesn't work that way, Sir. Your wife’s blood type is Rh-null, or 'Golden Blood.' It is the rarest blood type in the world, possessed by only a handful of people on this planet. We do not have it in our blood bank supply." My heart felt as though it stopped beating entirely.

“By your blood.” The word hit harder than I wanted it to. “I don’t have family left, aside from Zara and Ryker.” Elyra didn’t correct me. But she didn’t confirm it either. Instead, she pulled a small vial from her robes—a clear crystal filled with faint silver dust. She handed it to me. “Drop your blood into this,” she said. I hesitated. “Why?” “Because there are truths in your blood you were never allowed to see.” ---