Past Tense Of Draw Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The bag of blood was much bigger than the one the day before! It was ten milliliters the day before, but the bag that day was definitely more than ten milliliters! She picked up her phone and dialed Cole. "Have you received the package?" Cole sounded lazy. "Right, by the way, today is twenty milliliters, because I realized you unfriended me on social media, so I'm quite mad." "Cole, are you nuts!" Cole ignored her. "When I was drawing blood from Adrian today, he even asked me why I was taking his blood. This idiot! I'm dying from laughter! Hahaha!"

"Possibly." "Have you been under significant stress recently?" I look at him. "Yes." "Stress can produce similar symptom profiles," he says. "We'll run the full panel and see what the results tell us. Blood draw first, then we'll go from there." The blood draw is routine. The nurse comes back, finds the vein on the first attempt with the practiced ease of someone for whom this is purely mechanical, and I sit very still while the vials fill and think about the riverside path and Dante saying route and the curated target list with his name on it and everything the investigation has produced in the last several days, all of it reliable and concrete and occupying the mental space where the thing

Because my body still had the reflex of trying even when the trying had been thoroughly established as futile, and the reflex arrived before the knowledge of futility could override it. The chains were what they had always been. They came to me with the specific efficiency of people who had done this before, which by this point they had, and the blood draw began with the same procedure as the previous ones, the preparation and the needle and the specific sensation of something leaving through a point in your arm that you have limited ability to close against. “What are you going to use it for,” I said. Ethan looked up from the tablet he had been reading.

he ask with a smile. Clenching my teeth I snap a handout and shove him onto the cot. He falls ungracefully as his arms flail in the air trying to stop his descent. If I could have I would have laughed at the moment. I hold out my hand to Igneous and he place the needle in it. Moving quickly I shove it into the crook of my naked arm and begin to draw my blood. He eyes the needle like a starving man as it begins to glow the eerily shade of red. Well, at least something about me hasn't changed. I stop the needle at 50 cc and pretend like I am going to pull it from my arm.

The detective stated. “There is zero needle marks or punctured skin on this woman. She did not have blood drawn, I would say, as far back as a week.” Kit replied. “If you want to, you can look for yourself. As a pathologist, I often have to look for some puncture wound and have to be able to estimate when it was given or done. The bruising on some patients is more evident. A patient like June who is anemic because of her condition, she would have marks from a fresh draw.”

It must’ve been very difficult at the time. “Yes,” she nodded. “It hit him in the lungs.” I honestly thought she might start to cry, but she took a few deep breaths and recomposed herself. “Up until that time, that was the most blood I’d ever seen.” She met my eyes. “Vampires don’t bleed. They just turn to ash. And by the time I’d gotten to Drew, there was no blood left, just a few drops. Aaron was bleeding… everywhere.” “Oh, my gosh,” I said quietly, scooting over to put my hand on her knee. “That must’ve been horrible to see.”

He was laid back on the bed. "That would sustain him for the meantime while I test his blood," I told Carl. "Okay, no problem." Jacqueline was laid back in and I picked his blood to stare at it. It was not looking so red and thick as it should. It looked watery, and it was losing some colour. It was beginning to have a shed of black in it. "We have to act fast," I said to them. I turned to the door, "Let's grab some ingredients in the woods."

Instead, he clenched his jaw, a silent testament to his stubbornness. I leaned my weight into it, twisting gently to break the suction of the clotted blood. There was a terrible, wet pop—the sound echoing in the silence like a gunshot. As I tugged, the screech of metal pulling free from bone pierced the air, sharp and unforgiving. The nail finally came loose, dripping with dark, congealed blood, and I dropped it into a metal basin with a sharp clang. Don exhaled sharply, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again. A groan escaped his lips, low and guttural. Then, unexpectedly, I heard a strange, raspy laugh from him, a crack in the otherwise tense atmosphere.

Severe anemia resulting from prolonged and frequent blood extraction. Blood extraction. Those two words repeated endlessly inside my head. Every transfusion, hospital visit, every time I had looked at Jennifer and told her it was only a little blood. Every time I had believed she should endure it because Vivian needed it more. My hands began trembling uncontrollably. "No...No..." I shook my head, staring at the report as though the words might somehow change if I looked long enough. My eyes blurred before I forced myself to continue reading. Time of Death: Three days ago. 2:22 PM.

Don't let her hold up the students behind her. After saying that, Mom did not even spare me another look before walking away. Sharon picked up the needle and blood bag, then jammed the needle viciously into my vein. She did not stop until she had drawn the full four hundred milliliters. When she finished, she nudged me with her foot. "You can get up now. The blood's already been drawn, there's no point acting anymore. Besides, Mrs. Cole isn't even here. Nobody's watching your performance."