Romans & histoires Past Tense Of Draw Blood

What if the lack of blood in his system made him pass out like this. Maybe I could give him my blood... What if that didn't work? I wouldn't know until I tried. Luckily for me, I had something sharp enough to draw blood. I quickly removed my earring and used it's sharp part to pierce the skin on my wrist. I bit back my pained scream as I pierced my skin again. My hand began to bleed and I raised the man up to sitting position and I opened his mouth and put my wrist there. I watched with my heart in my stomach as my blood slowly dropped into his mouth and I was thankful for the fact that no one was around here.

“Hold on. I am right here.” His voice broke on the last word. I moved closer, resting my hand on his arm. “Are you alright? You look exhausted.” “I am fine,” Draven said quietly. Which meant he was not fine at all. Rowan stepped forward. “Draven, you need to sit. You donated a lot.” Draven shook his head. “I will not sit. Not until the transfusion starts.” As if summoned by his words, two nurses entered, pushing a sterile cart with blood bags. One of them held a small clear bag filled with Draven’s blood. The deep red made something inside me twist with awe and fear.

“It must have been so hard for you and your family then. Aunt Clarissa...” “It was. When I saw that I was gradually losing my mother because of my ordeal and the urges, I had mom believe that I’d been cured the last time I had an exsanguination.” Santos pursed his lips. “You’ve said that word twice now, and I’m yet to know what it means.” I smiled softly. I tried to find a way to explain it. “The doctors drain all the blood from my body and put new ones.” “Ahh...” He nodded in understanding.