Past Tense Of Draw Blood Novels & Stories

"Watch that kid! Don't let her puke in the car! It's disgusting!" Dad glanced at me through the rearview mirror. He didn't say a word, but he pressed harder on the gas. The moment we arrived at the shady, run-down clinic, he carried me inside and called for the doctor. "I contacted and paid you earlier. Draw 400 milliliters of blood." The doctor nodded and immediately pulled out a prepared syringe. Mom was completely shell-shocked. "Why are you drawing her blood?!" Dad held Mom down as she tried to rush forward and grab me.

“I’ll give you space. Call me if you need anything.” I nodded. “Thank you for coming.” He left quietly. Adrian followed the doctor to a different ward down the hall. The room was small and sterile, with a medical chair and equipment ready. The nurse asked him to sit and roll up his sleeve. He did so without protest, his mind far away. The needle went in smoothly. He barely felt it. His blood flowed into the bag, dark red and steady. While the blood was being drawn, Adrian pulled out his phone with his free hand. He dialed his father first. Victor answered on the second ring, his voice sharp.

My baby better be alright, he has to be. Drew removes the needles in his arm when he processes what is happening and leaves the room to get the doctor. I walk slowly, each step more painful than the previous and attempt to sit on the chair. When Drew comes back he stands in the centre of the room. Eyes going wide when he looks at me, he points at me, attempting to say something but his mouth only opens and closes without a single word. “What is it?” I ask him through gritted teeth, “And where are the goddamn doctors? It feels like I’m fucking dying!”

"So doc am I cleared of all those drugs?" Those were the first words out of my mouth and his answer was... "Diana I need to draw some blood and run it I should know in approximately one hour will that be fine with you?" "Yes doc it will be fine just please hurry up and run your tests." "Alright I just need you to sit down right here in this chair and I can draw some blood and it will take about an hour maybe less to get the results back. Are you ready Diana?"

Sharper this time. I swallowed. My hands were shaking. I hugged my sketchbook tighter. He exhaled through his nose. Looked at the blood on his knuckles like it had personally offended him. Then he reached into his jacket, pulled out a black bandana, and started wrapping his hand. I watched, stupidly mesmerized. “Why were you there?” I asked quietly. His eyes flicked to mine. “I was passing through.” “Twice in two days you’ve ‘passed through’ exactly where I am.”

She slammed the bowl onto the cart and grabbed the vials, yanking my arm into position to draw blood. Eating all my food must have really pissed her off; the blood draw was more painful than normal. Multiple sticks. Needles dug into my arms. And it took forever. By the end, my arm was littered with bruises, and she'd strung a colorful litany of curses under her breath, leaving without another word and with only three out of six vials of blood. Perfect. Less blood for her means more energy for us. I know it hurt, but I'm so proud of you.

I squeezed both my eyes and mouth shut, the tears dripping out of my closed eyes. "Proceed," my mother commanded coldly not bothering about me, as the needles pierced my veins, I bit my lip hard not to make a sound, as the extraction started, the blurry vision automatically took my consciousness. My body felt lifeless, while my limbs were numb, as I slowly drifted back into consciousness. The last thing I remembered was the extreme pain because of my blood being drawn, they drained every ounce of strength I had left. It wasn’t the first time, but today they had taken more blood than usual. I tried to lift my head, but it felt like an impossible task.

she repeated. I sighed and zoomed upstairs. I opened my closet and pulled out a drawer below it. Blood bags were stacked perfectly inside it. I pulled out and closed back the drawers. After that, I zoomed back downstairs. "Here," I said, tearing off the seal. I handed the blood bag to her, and she got it from us. I clenched my jaws and went on one knee as she began drinking from the blood. She took a sip and then paused. Then, she began draining the blood bag. I watched her in pain. She emptied the blood bag and handed it back to me.

" Have you fed today? You seem to be turning white," I shook my head negatively. Fuck, I hadn't had blood since my day with Cara. " Okay, I'll fill a cup for you," Even though he knew I preferred my blood from the source? I just sighed then nodded. Gray left and returned about seven minutes later, just when I finished drawing. " Here," I instantly collected it, my throat suddenly turned itchy as I gulped it all down. Feeling unsatisfied but then half bread is better than none. " Are you feeling good down there?"

she said softly, piercing his vein and collecting the blood with steady hands. “I… I can’t fail her,” Marcus muttered, his voice low, raw. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay calm as his blood was drawn. Every drop felt like a lifeline, a promise he was making to her without words. The healer worked quickly, carrying the collected blood over to Raine’s body. Marcus’s eyes never left her pale form, tracing the subtle twitch of her fingers, the faint rise and fall of her chest. He exhaled sharply as the healer began introducing his blood into her system.