The Blood Bank Guy Novels & Stories

She had to do something. She was still deep in thought when the doctor emerged.“How is she?”she asked standing up.“We need to conduct a blood transfusion on her immediately.We don't have enough blood here so if you or any family or volunteers would give blood like right now it would be of great help,”he said.She couldn't do it.She was had a different blood group.Only those of blood group A(+) could donate.“Okay,let me talk to someone,”she said.She went over to where Yvette and Cass were sitting.“Uuumh she needs a transfusion.Are you blood group A positive or anybody you know?”she asked.“No,I'm (B),”Yvette said.“I'm (AB) but I know a few people who could help if I made a few calls,”he said.Hi

“You shouldn’t have gone through so much trouble. I’m a simple girl, really.” He grins and pours himself a glass of red liquid. The smell of human blood wafts over the table towards me, and I swallow against the bile pushing up in my throat. “Don’t worry,” he says, “no one died. I keep regular donors…humans get in such a tiff over exsanguinated bodies these days.”

Something I didn’t want anyone to hear. “We’ll do everything we can,” he said. “But she’s O negative. That’s rare. We don’t have enough in the blood bank to—” I grabbed him by the collar, slamming him against the wall so fast the nurses screamed. “Then find someone. Or I swear to Moon Goddess, I’ll drain your own blood and give it to her myself.” The doctor’s eyes were wide with fear, but he nodded quickly. “I understand. I’ll find someone. Just—just let me go.”

“Disseminate this on social media accounts, hold a press conference, or use any means necessary to make known the required blood type. I will give ten—no, thirty—no, fifty thousand dollars per bag to anyone who can donate the blood we’re looking for. And make sure it doesn’t get out who needs the blood.” “Very well, Mr. Harrison,” and the doctor departed. Harrison faced me again and I explained to him what I needed following my question, “Maybe you can call Sir Calix, or maybe you know where he is?” “Indeed, he’d told me his destination and the specific airport. By now–’” He trailed off, looking down at his smashed wristwatch. He gave the timepiece three sharp taps with his fingers. “It’s co

"She always finds out. You don't know my mama." Voss straightens. His patience hasn't broken. It's not that kind of patience. It's the deep cold kind that doesn't break, only shifts methods. He turns slightly and nods toward the kind-voiced man. The kind-voiced man reaches into his jacket. He takes out something small. A vial. Dark liquid inside that catches the moonlight in a way that makes my stomach do something cold and involuntary. He walks toward me slowly. And even though I don't know exactly what it is, my body knows. The thing under my skin knows. The weather inside me spikes so suddenly and so hard that I have to press both hands flat against the log to keep from reacting.

The memory flashed, and I remembered the argument between my father and I until he threw a bottle at my head. I touched the back of my head instinctively, feeling the bandage. “You could have died, Vera,” she said, with pain in her voice. “You lost a lot of blood.” I tried to sit up, but dizziness hit me. “How long have I been here?” “Just overnight,” she said. “They had trouble finding a blood donor. You have a rare blood type.” Before I could respond, the door opened and a man walked in. He looked young, maybe in his late twenties, he was tall, with sharp features and an aura of quiet confidence. His white coat fit perfectly, his dark hair slicked back neatly.

The doctor had already regained consciousness before being admitted, despite being rushed to a nearby ward. The blood bank is home to a vampire. He exclaimed, nearly coughing out his lungs, "She tried to kill me, get her out of there!". The staff initially believed that they had misunderstood what he had said. However, when he reminded them that Marcelyn was in the blood bank, some of them sped to round up additional staff and security to the facility. The area in front of the blood bank quickly became crowded. Everyone was hesitant to enter because they didn't know what might be inside that could harm them.

I asked because I knew hospitals always had blood banks and all they had to do was go to the blood bank and find a match of the patient's blood and that was it so if he already knew the problem, why had he not done anything about it yet? "We do not have his blood type in our blood bank as his blood type is a rare one and it is hard to come by so that is why nothing has been done about the problem yet" he was not looking at me as he said this and I knew it was because he was ashamed that his hospital was lacking in a lot of things which could result to the lose of someone's live and I really hoped that the life that was going to be lost had better not be that if my Jax.

Dr Hadden looked at me with equal worry and shook his head. "Mr Rios is a type O and I couldn't find any available type O blood in the hospital, madame. But.. I will see what I can do—" No type O? That means he'll die of blood loss. That's ridiculous! "Doctor," I called him and tightly gripped his wrist. With a stern gaze, I said, "I'm type O." If I were still the same person I was a few months back, I never would've even considered giving my blood to him. But look at me now, laying down with Dr Hadden preparing the necessary equipment for blood transfer.

Just as he was about to say something, a sharp ringtone cut through the air. The moment he answered the call, his expression shifted. Before I could process what was happening, he had already rushed out the door. 'Ethan West, how do you manage to make people hate you so much?' I thought. My phone vibrated, and a careless voice crackled on the other end. "The girl's in my hands. What do you plan to do?" Pressing my fingers to my temple, I replied helplessly, "What do you mean, 'do'? We're not the mafia here. Can you speak like a normal person, please?"