The Blood Bank Guy Novels & Stories

Dad asked. "We have removed a bullet. It didn't damage any vital organs. But he has lost so much blood and he needs a blood transfusion. We only have a limited amount of B (-) blood in our blood bank. It's a rare blood group and we recently treated an accident patient who had same blood group. Do any of you have same blood group? Or any of you are related to him biologically?" Doctor asked us. I sat down on the chair feeling my head spin after what doctor told us.

Doctor Welsh: Mr Smith, your daughter is still in a bad condition and she's losing a lot of blood, Her blood group is O and She'll need a blood transfusion from someone with the same blood group as hers Mr Smith: Oh no, my blood group is B Blair: Mine too Austin: Mine is A, I can't donate to her. Mr Smith: (To Doctor Welsh) But don't you have the blood group O in your blood bank? Doctor Welsh: I'm afraid not, we're out of blood group O... If you don't find someone who can donate to her on time then.... Mr Smith: (quivering) Then what? Doctor Welsh: She might not make it (He goes into a ward) Mr Smith: (he falls on the floor crying) What am I going to do now? Blair: Mr Smith, get up, Crying a

She ran past him and almost immediately appeared back with some bags of blood. "What is going on?" Liam grabbed the woman roughly. She glanced at his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm just-" "Is any of you O+ here? We need blood." Sh asked immediately. "Me." Liam immediately replied and she pulled him away. "Why is there no AB blood group in the bank!?" While they collected his blood, the woman screamed on the phone. "It's not available right now, then you get the O+. How many times do we have to tell you guys that for it to stick into you head. Are you daft?" She shot as she placed the receiving tab and immediately came up to check on him.

the nurse came running back, panting. John Mckay’s weary head shot up and fear pulled at his heartstrings, “What is it? Have you gotten the blood bag?” The nurse was exasperated, “No sir, we’ve run out of her blood type. She’s got a very rare blood type. I came to ask if you have any relatives or friends who might be - ” John Mckay’s face lit up, “It’s not that rare, I’m A positive, both my late wife and I are A positive. I can donate my blood to –“

Extra: Shawn Tucker I once treated a young girl who regularly donated blood to save her sister’s life. She had a rare blood type, RH-negative—something hard to come by and highly sought after for transfusions. At first, I was deeply moved by her. In a time when kindness and loyalty seemed so rare, she was willing to sacrifice her own health to donate blood to her sister. When she first came to me, she was cautious, but there was a playful spark beneath her careful demeanor.

“We need Blood type O now, “he added. “But unfortunately that blood is unavailable in our hospital, “he responded. I was depressed at what I heard from him. And I really don’t know what to do and how to get blood. “What should I do, Doc?”I asked him. “What is your blood type? “He asked me. “Type A, I am not Type O, Doc,” I replied. “But Sir Ransom is! “Beth said. “I will call him!” I panicked. “Calm down, Ma’am. Everything will be fine, “Beth said gently. I immediately dialed Ransom’s number on my phone but I can’t reach him. I dialed his number many times but I still didn’t get any answers.

He put the goblet rudely on the table and wiped his mouth with his backhand. Marrison shrugged. He appeared in his early forties and had a broad chest with a pair of bushy bow-shaped eyebrows, a charming but mystifying smile, and an enigmatic look. “I don’t know. I just bought it from the blood bank, you know this time it’s quite difficult to get a good quality of blood from that place! They said that they’ve sorted the blood yet and they were in short supply since too few people wanted to donate their blood…freely!”

"How come there is no blood available at the blood bank? It’s f*cking blood bank?” The quiet moment that followed lasted for a few moments when Boss Convocar finally spoke. "There is someone I know who is capable of giving blood to my daughter." As he was saying that, he turned his head in my direction. He made his way approaching me. As I looked around in a discreet way, I found that there was no one else around because it was now very late.

It is so good. When he entered, his smile widened happily. The scent of fresh blood was everywhere. Even though the blood bags were stored in a special safe, Vincent could smell them. "Can I help you, sir?" asked a male lab technician. "Oh, I need blood," Vincent answered with a smile. "What group?" Vincent's brows furrowed. What's the best? “Uh, group O?” Vincent answered carelessly. The officer frowned momentarily, then walked over to take a notepad.

“I’m not buying a donor,” “Think of it as your own personal walking blood bank” I clenched my fists, trying to keep my face neutral. No, I’d keep my pride intact. I wasn’t about to admit that the concept had a strange appeal—like the promise of constant sustenance, always there, always ready. “On tap, available to you 24/7 when you need it, Little brother,” Was I really considering this? The thought hovered like a dark cloud in my mind, tempting, grotesque, but undeniably alluring. He knew I was wavering, but he also knew I was too proud to show it.