Pas Bab Keluar Darah Mga Nobela at Kwento

A sharp pain shot through my belly, followed by a rush of warm fluid running down my legs. "Oh, no! Mom's bleeding!" Finn exclaimed.

He nodded in response and darted inside with his men. The winds were still howling. Instead of the usual faint saltiness, it carried the stench of blood. “Ms. Maia…” Pablo held his left chest and called out to her. Turning around, she realized his white coat was stained with blood. Frowning, she looked at Cedric and explained to him, “I almost lost our baby when Sally beat me with the baton, but he sent a doctor to examine me. Please order your men to stop his bleeding!” Casting a glance at Pablo, he responded, “It’s too late.”

On the battered basin before him, nine bloody spikes lay in a haphazard pile, stained crimson, an unsettling testament to what had transpired. “Done,” I muttered, voice strained but steady. I reached for the crumpled piece of paper, now soaked in blood and sweat, tangled in the mess. The note had once been pristine—perhaps just a scribbled warning or plea—yet now it looked like a fragment of a nightmare.

My eyes opened wide. “Ah! Alexander!” I screamed again. He rushed in. “What? What is it? What’s wrong?” I looked down. My legs shook. My hands touched the space between them. It was wet. I looked down at what that was. Red. Blood. So much blood. “No!” I screamed. “No, no, no!” Alexander dropped the bags. He ran to me. “Sara? Sara, what is that? What’s happening?” I looked at him with tears in my eyes. “Blood,” I said. “There’s blood. I’m bleeding!”

Blood flowed freely from a gaping wound on his forehead, pooling sickeningly on the floor. Tears blurred my vision as I tore a part of my top, ripping under my desperate fingers. I pressed the material against his head to reduce the bleeding, watching as the pale blue cotton immediately darkened to crimson. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, smearing blood across my hands, the scent filling my nostrils and making my stomach lurch violently. "Dad, please, please stay with me," I sobbed uncontrollably, my voice breaking with anguish. His blood felt warm against my cold hands, a horrifying reminder of the life draining from him.

In a reflex, she reached out and caught Abigail’s small body just before her face could hit the ground. "Are you okay, Little Miss?" Moza asked, breathless, her chest thumping. Abigail, shocked, hugged Moza tightly, her face pale. Seeing the child still trembling, Moza gently stroked her back to calm her. "I was scared I’d fall, Auntie," she sobbed. "Papa said I shouldn't ever bleed. It’s dangerous." "Why not, sweetheart? A small wound is normal for children," Moza asked, puzzled. Abigail shook her head vigorously, her eyes serious. "Papa said my blood is rare, Auntie. If I bleed, it could be dangerous."

“Abba! The doctor just informed me that Adonis has thrombocytopenia, a disease related to blood clotting problems. To put it more clearly, if Adonis is injured, the blood in his body will continuously flow and cannot be stopped. If he does not receive a timely blood transfusion, Adonis will die from excessive blood loss. Unfortunately, Adonis's blood type is Rh-, an extremely rare blood type. I can't always be by Adonis' side to protect him, and I'm afraid I can't find Rh- people to save him. So I need your help, please help me find people with Rh-blood. I want to buy their blood back to reserve, I'm afraid that dangerous problems will happen in the future." After Lisanna said these words, A

I didn’t even realize I was trembling until I saw him look down at our hands. “What happened to her?” I whispered. “I don’t know,” he said, shaking his head, looking just as lost. --- Ten minutes later, a doctor stepped into the lounge. He wore blue scrubs and looked calm, but his words were anything but. “She’s experiencing a rare clotting episode, likely due to a genetic blood disorder. It’s something that may have gone undetected until now.” I couldn’t breathe. “We need to perform a blood transfusion. Immediately.” “Take mine!” I said quickly, stepping forward. “Take my blood.”

Blood oozed onto the ground. Ren let me go. I looked at him with a frown. "I'm sorry, Gabi. It's too much. I'm going to hurt you if you touch me. I wouldn't be able to stop myself." Ren said earnestly. Briva and Tia stood in front of us, shouting and screaming loudly. They smeared blood onto their own bodies which was leaking down from the above seating area.

He looked at Maggie. “Do you know them?” She was always half running toward them, her brow etched with worry and surprise. “Noah? Caleb?” Caleb was hunched over. The smell of blood was coming from him and she could see why. His neck was bleeding from a deep slash that was healing so slowly that it was a surprise he wasn’t dead yet from too much blood loss. He was also bleeding from his midsection which was why he was hunched over. Noah who supported his weight as best as he could was covered in his blood.