Swollen Arm After Blood Draw Novels & Stories

She briefly smiled and did as told. "A needle is inserted into the vein and a small amount of blood is removed." Darla said. "You may feel a prick or stinging sensation." I said as I started drawing her blood. She slowly twitched but I had to continue. I collected 3 tubes of blood. The tourniquet is removed and the needle is withdrawn. I put pressure to the area where the needle was inserted until bleeding stopped. I put a small bandage on the area. I smiled to Nina again and I caressed her hand.

After that, she attended to his arm in a panic. Sure enough, there was a red mark on where it was clamped. It was swollen... When Chloe saw this, her tears instantly fell. "What should we do? Your hand... hand..."

Then, she sighed and said to Dad, "Mr. Bradshaw, with Ronnie being so uncooperative, should we even continue drawing blood? "I've only drawn 100 milliliters of his blood so far. The other students all gave 400 milliliters and none of them had such a strong reaction. Moreover, Ronnie just threatened me. "He said he's your son and told me to record the blood donated by the other students as his; otherwise he'd file a complaint against me at the hospital. Maybe we should just call off his blood draw." I instinctively tried to explain, but I couldn't make a single sound.

Startled by a sudden bump in the road, I accidentally jerked my head forward and bumped it hard right against the cold glass of the car window. Big mistake. The impact sent a white-hot shockwave straight through my injured arm, making me hiss loudly as I instinctively clutched at my shoulder with a sharp gasp. Peeking under the makeshift cloth bandage, my stomach churned. The skin around the bite was no longer just red—it had shifted into a sickening, bruised color of gray and purple, heavily caked in dried, crusty blood and badly swollen to twice its normal size. An infection was setting in, fast, and my body felt hot and feverish.

the guy responded confidently. She was impressed. "Now there is a thin white buffer—" she continued the class. Amaye shifted across to where I was and held my arm. The lecturer didn't notice. "You good?" she asked, pointing to my arm where my blood was drawn. "Of course I'm fine," I responded quietly. She put her arm around me as we both listened. Kith noticed but didn't react. We were all clustered around the lecturer, so it was unnoticeable. The class ended with an assignment. Again. This time it was classification of leukocytes.

Hernandez said in a sweet voice. My head was downcast, with all hopes lost. Without uttering any more words, I felt the presence of her husband close to me. The next thing I felt was the sharp prick of a needle on my arm. Another was connected to my other arm. I only knew what was happening when I began to feel weak. Raising my head, I saw the tubes connected to my arms and blood bags to drain my blood. My eyes wandered to the couple and I saw them grinning from ear to ear.

"He may not have completed what he was trying to do." "Or he may have," the doctor said, not to me.... to the nurse beside him. "We can't assume." The IV was disconnected A new line went in on the other arm with the practiced efficiency of someone for whom this was a known procedure. Blood was drawn. I stood at the foot of the bed and watched and kept my hand at my stomach and breathed. The pain from the fall had settled into a dull, present ache.... not the sharp escalating kind, not the kind that had sent us to the hospital after the Zara confrontation. Present. Monitored.

Then it pulsed. Thin lines branching outward from a central point beneath her flesh. Veins of shadow spreads slowly, faintly glowing red beneath her skin. That had not been there before. I stepped closer. “What is that?” I demanded. The doctor barely glanced at it. “Subdermal hemorrhaging. Possibly a vascular reaction to trauma.” “It was not there,” I said sharply. He leaned closer this time, frowning. One of the nurses angled a brighter light toward her arm. The dark marking reacted, It shifted. Spreading slightly higher.

I gave him a smile but was replaced by a frown as I clutched my arm. "It's getting worst, let's go to the examination room", Mr Ambrose said as we all followed him. Avan kept his hand around me rubbing my other arm assuring me that everything will be fine. I knew the protocol so I sat on the chair and tried to take off my jacket. My mom helped me and then rolled up my sleeves. I didn't even know that I was already bleeding. It wasn't much but it was still frightening to see.

I leaned against the wall for a second, a wave of dizziness washing over me. I gave nearly two pints of blood. My body is strong, but even I am not immune to the physical drain. I roll up my left sleeve, looking at the crook of my elbow. A dark purple bruise is forming where the needle went in. I run my thumb over it. It throbs, a dull ache that matches the one she must be feeling in her arm. Good.