Swollen Arm After Blood Draw Novels & Stories

He unzipped a small flap at the bottom of the pod and pulled out an arm. It had an IV line taped to it, and the skin was deathly pale, covered in blotchy red spots. Hughes didn't draw blood right away. He stared at the hand, then squeezed the muscle of the forearm. The room went dead silent, save for the steady beep of the monitor. After a few seconds, Hughes's brow furrowed. His expression shifted from confusion to shock, and finally, to cold, hard fury. "Strange... very strange," he muttered under his breath.

He pulled out a rubber tourniquet from his kit and tied it around my upper arm. "That feel tight enough?" He asked. I nodded, watching as he pulled out a blood bag and rubber tubing, attaching the two together. I swallowed hard when he pulled out the butterfly needle. He must have seen my eyes widen because he chuckled. "It will only pinch for a second. Do you want to hold the rubber ball?" I nodded and smiled as he handed me the small red ball. He attached the needle to the tub and took my arm in his hand. I closed my eyes tight as he put the needle to my skin. I winced as I felt the sting.

A series of struggles later, Blair’s fever finally went away after an infusion in the afternoon. Despite that, Mable was worried and stayed by his side. Blair’s arms were covered with hives due to the allergy. They were particularly itchy, but he could not scratch them. Mable put some cream on his arms to reduce the swelling and stop the itching. She studied his arms at the same time. Blair’s blood had been drawn twice a day recently, and it was heartbreaking to look at the needle marks. Suddenly, Blair placed his warm hand on Mable’s head.

odd. I was soon atop him and strangling his neck from behind, he really was a wee bit thing. He struggled with his arms around mine, trying to shake off my hands, but I pressed even deeper, he needed to go to sleep Now. He soon went lax and his hands dropped from mine as he went to sleep. I pulled my arms from around him and stood up, wincing in pain as pain went through my body. I looked down at my wound and it looked really bad, it was swelling and the blood had turned dark, same thing with my arm.

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Another quality he shared with Bianca. I helped hold his arm steady while James took the sample, small and quick, and Louis looked at the ceiling the way he did during blood draws. The sample went into a sealed tube that James labeled with a pen from his pocket and then wrapped in a cloth that went into a side pocket of the bag, and the whole sequence was smooth and professional and took under two minutes. Louis flexed his hand afterward and looked at the small cotton pad taped to the inside of his elbow. "Is that it?"

But I have to keep a low profile for now as promised. The nauseousness shoots through me as I lift the patient's arm and the chemical stench of medicine hits my senses. I carefully puncture the big arterie, only enough for a thin line of blood to start running. It takes forever when I can't leave any traces and I have to suck to get the blood out.