Swollen Arm After Blood Draw の小説・ストーリー

She just wanted to go home, hug her mom, and cry into her embrace, she just wanted that familiarity and safety back. Wiping the tears with the back of her hand, the sleeves of the sweatshirt dropped down as the white bandage on her arm came into view. The material catching her eye and causing her tears to come to a sudden halt. Pushing back the sleeves, she stared down at the gauze wrapped around her forearm, few blotches of blood seeping through the material.

Elara pulled the rubber tourniquet tight above her left elbow. The pressure bloomed instantly. She picked up the sterilized butterfly needle, aligning the bevel with the prominent vein near her inner elbow. The steel pierced the skin. Dark red blood flowed into the vacuum tube. Alexander pushed open the glass laboratory door. He stopped on the threshold. His eyes dropped to the needle in her arm. "We have an entire medical wing equipped for blood draws." Elara swapped the filled tube for an empty one. "The medical wing logs all sample acquisitions to the central server. This needs to remain isolated."

Then he punctures my arm with the needle and draws my blood into the syringe. Blood and more blood. Why is he taking so much blood? Wasn't it just a sample? "Done!" He removes the needle from my arm and helps me off the examination table. As soon as my feet touch the ground, weakness engulfs my body, and my head spins, making me lean on the table for support. My vision becomes blurred. "Human!" I hear Scarlett shout, and my head throbs with the sound of her voice. My vision becomes increasingly blurred until it goes dark, and I see nothing more.

I asked him further but raised my hand to stop the nurses when they were about to go away. “Okay, Mr. Froste,” Brian answered, and I hung up. “Why do you need to change the needle?” I asked the nurses, looking at Evan’s hand. “A bit is swelling at the base of the needle, Mr. Froste.” The nurse answered, and I immediately checked his hand. “It can cause pain if the swelling increases.” She added it in a cautious voice. My heart trembled. Evan is afraid of pain. I dismissed them with a jerk of my head and took a deep breath.

I whispered, “Let’s... stick with that.” His mouth twitched at that, barely there, like he didn’t quite believe me, like he didn’t quite believe himself either. “Yeah,” he echoed, quieter. Then, neither of us spoke, he simply straightened just enough to reach for the silver tube again. “This is for swelling,” he said. His thumb flipped the cap open with a soft click. “And it will also reduce bruising, keeps the blood from pooling under the skin.” I managed to give him a little nod, "Mhm..."

Although this was not the first time Amy had given him a massage, he felt unsettled. However, Amy did not realize any of this. Hearing his description, she chuckled. “The numbness and swelling are normal. You’ve been stuck in the same position for too long. It’s natural for your blood circulation to be affected. I’ll massage your arm for a while; it’ll feel better soon.” As she spoke, she intensified her efforts. Aiden did not resist and looked at Amy with a deep, mysterious gaze.

“Okay. Using a tourniquet, tie the patient's arm to three to four inches above the extraction site. The patient's vein is quite visible, so we'll remove the latex first." For a brief moment, my attention was drawn to them. Seriously, it appears to be their first time performing a blood extraction. Sir was just staring at me, keeping an eye on everything I did. Furthermore, my brain is a traitor in every way. I'm still thinking about what happened last night.

he was then informed, before his arm was grabbed and held still in the same area in which the bone had been broken. Knowing that he had no choice in this, Emmet forced his muscles to relax and his arm to go still as his blood was drawn in through the needle. He was partially surprised at how the doctor’s grip didn’t hurt him at all, before the needle forced him to grit his teeth and hiss out in pain. Closing his eyes and counting his breaths, Emmet made himself sit still through it all, squeezing his eyes shut so hard that they hurt and he had to open them again.

I pinched my chin between my thumb and index finger. “She has been drained of blood, and she needs it replenished quickly if she is to recover. I will get her a blood bag and be back. There are supplies in that drawer. Clean her arms and legs. I’m not sure which vein will work best.” I nodded, went to the drawer, and pulled it out: iodine and cotton balls.

"Please. Don't make this harder than it needs to be." I looked at the needle in her hand. My vision blurred slightly. Then I sat. Elara moved efficiently. She rolled up my sleeve, tied a rubber tourniquet around my upper arm, and wiped the inside of my elbow with an alcohol swab. The smell was sharp, antiseptic. "This will sting," she said. I didn't respond. The needle pierced my skin. I flinched, holding my breath for a minute. For a moment, nothing happened. Just the strange, uncomfortable pull of blood leaving my body and filling the vial.