Strike The Blood Volume 1 Novels & Stories

She was too afraid! She knew that if the human body drew more than 1,000 milliliters of blood, there would be a risk of death. With her weight, it might not take more than 1,000 milliliters to take her life. Moreover, no one had ever left the death broadcast alive.

He said nothing else, just looked at me with an unreadable expression. I looked back down at my arm. I had risked my life to save his. Why? That was something I couldn't quite figure out. I looked up to see him walk over to the tablet that Dr. Zosak had left on the table beside me. Picking it up, Cain read it aloud. "Patient experienced blood loss approximating to thirty-two percent of her total blood volume. Transfusions needed" Thirty-two percent. Cain had drained my body of nearly half its blood in a matter of seconds.

He moved the edge over her neck painfully slow before pressing it to her throat promisingly. "Do you know the most fragile vein is located around here? It's directly connected to the artery in charge of pumping most of the blood that's being circulated through out the body. One puncture and you will bleed to death" He told her teasingly as he continued to work the knife further before moving it away to stare back at her reaction and it was overly satisfying as the corner of his lip pulled up in a little smile before his expression turned dark yet again.

Every time I closed my one open eye, I just saw his broad shoulders shifting, his massive frame throwing itself directly into the path of that stray bullet to keep it from hitting me. "We need another line open right now!" the lead medic yelled, his fingers digging into the crook of Adrian’s elbow as he searched for a collapsing vein. "He’s losing volume too fast! The thoracic cavity is filling up! Push the saline! We need to keep his pressure from hitting bottom!"

Her skin began to translucent, the veins in her neck standing out like cords of white fire. "Martha! Stop it!" Elodie reached out, but Victor held her back. "Stay back, Elodie! Look at the pressure!" Victor pointed to the glass tank. The blood inside was boiling. It wasn't just liquid anymore; it was turning into a thick, luminous mist that swirled with a violent energy.

The breeze rustled softly, bringing the aroma of moist soil and pine, the woods teeming with life in the darkness. However, the most burdensome thing in the air was the heaviness of Nikolai's words - cold and irreversible. Amora experienced them sinking heavily in her chest. Blood is the circulating fluid in our bodies. The ultimate cost, crucial for their forbidden partnership with the vampires, would require more than just a injury. Now, her life force, which was her blood, became the key to staying alive.

I told him, "the sweet girl you killed in Regale Sanguis." I drew another breath, and suddenly everything became clear. Everything Calvel said about the vital points, the main arteries, and the sensitive spots appeared in front of me like a map with shining spots. My body moved on its own. My hand waved effortlessly, and more blood dripped after each swing. I cut his wrists, his limb arteries, and his aorta.

“I honestly don’t know. As long as she doesn’t take control, let her tell you if she thinks it is affecting her.” “You guys share blood. A normal person has 8-12 pints of blood. Double that and that is both of your volume that we need to clean. The four that you received today aren’t going to just make the potion go away. I’m not going to risk your health on a whim. Let me check and see if this changes anything, and then we can adjust what we are doing.” The doctor stood up and gathered the blood. “I’ll visit you later this evening to check on both of you.”

My thoughts drifted to how my life could have been different if I had lived with him. The nurses began to take our vitals: temperature, blood pressure, and dissolved oxygen. A pole with a hook was set up on each side of the bed. “We are going to extract a liter from each of you, then transfer each other’s blood back into your bodies.” “You want my blood in you?” I asked him. A funny grin appeared on his face. The doctor explained, “The blood volume needs to remain consistent. We are low on plasma at the infirmary. This is mainly recycling. Your father has about six liters of blood in him, while you have about five.”

Evelyn looked at Warren with a cold yet dead expression in her eyes. "You say that losing 400 ml of blood is no big deal. But what about losing 2000 ml?"