The Blood Bank Guy Novelas e Histórias

"Is that really who I am to you?" He opened his mouth to say something, but his phone rang again. This time, his expression was even grimmer after he hung up the phone. He grabbed me and started dragging me toward the door. "Lena has a rare blood type, and the hospital's blood bank is low. Since you have the same blood type, come with me and donate!" His tone left no room for argument, as if I weren't a patient who had just returned from the brink of death, but a blood bank he could draw from whenever needed.

My cheeks were crimson as I listened to her speak, “Oh… thank you, I guess.” “There’s nothing to be shy about,” She giggled, “Being a blood vessel isn't a strange thing in this area… it’s just a little strange for the Baron to purchase one because… well, he hates blood vessels.” Her words sent shivers running down my spine. No wonder he looked at me with such disgust. Somehow, it was all beginning to make sense. The baron was truly a nice person. He came to my rescue and fed me his blood to heal me. Then to keep me safe from the hands of the owner of Feeders Corp and other vampires, he had no choice but to hire me.”

I asked, my voice barely more than a rasp. He nodded, and then almost as an afterthought, he added, “A man called earlier. He arranged everything. He made the full payment for the procedures, and he even provided the blood bags.” I blinked, certain I’d misheard him. “What? What man?” My words tumbled out in a rush, breathless and tight. The doctor tilted his head slightly. “He didn’t give a name. Only said he was a Good Samaritan.” A Good Samaritan. My brows furrowed in disbelief. That sounded like something out of a storybook, too convenient for reality. “But the blood… is it safe? Is it tested?” My voice wavered despite the effort to steady it.

“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.

I inquired "No, but I am O positive; I am a universal donor!" His one eyebrow lifted up as he looked at me. "You cannot give more than two packets of blood!" He mumbled and turned his face as soon as the nurse came and started to take the blood. Then, we remained quiet—there was a pin drop of silence between us. He was shouting at me a moment ago, but now he was completely quiet. I can say that now he has the guts to trust me.

I looked at the line of donations for a long moment and felt nothing at all. Whatever grief had turned him generous again, it had come too late to matter to me. That afternoon, I went to St. Gabriel Medical Center to review preliminary deployment plans for the project. The moment I stepped into the main corridor, I heard shouting ahead. “Move!” “She’s lost too much blood!” “Get B negative from the bank now!” My blood type. I turned almost without thinking as the gurney rushed past. The person strapped to it was gray as ash. One wrist was wrapped in gauze, but beneath the loose edge I caught sight of the truth—layer after layer of old cuts crossing new ones.

Something that had been bothering me since the doctor mentioned it earlier. And so, I decided to ask the one question that was on my mind. "I learnt some man donated his blood to me as the hospital ran out of the blood in their blood bank. Can I know or see who the man is, so that I can at least thank him? Not everyone would do that for me, you know." I requested, keeping my voice casual. But the look on Brad's face when I made the request was like there was something he didn't feel quite comfortable opening up to me about.

Elaine said, curiosity clear in her voice. "We have just received a call from the Manhattan blood bank. They just got two bags of blood type O(-). They are on their way as we speak." While the older couple embraced each other happily, Elaine crying tears of joy, I screamed and hugged the doctor, who chuckled and patted my back. Elaine called Rafael to inform him of the grand news, and I called Lucas.

She pointed her index finger at Lucian and said to the doctor, “He is the blood donor, doctor. Please save my son's life! I don't care, you can collect as much blood as you want from him. Even if it means draining him (Lucian) completely! Just save my son's life” “Wait. Is he really the blood donor? Is his blood group possibly the same as your son's?”. The doctor asked, just to be sure that he heard correctly. Sincerely, the person standing before him was none other than Lucian Griswold! So he wanted to make sure there was no mistake anywhere, before someone would ever come for his head.

The big boss couldn’t help but ask, his voice was laced with concern and his eyes full of tears. “The lady needs blood sir” the nurse answered, “she has lost a lot of blood and we don’t have her blood type in our blood bank” “I can donate to her, '' Xavier's voice filtered into their ears as he walked up to them. His head bandaged and he didn’t even care about his bloody clothes. “What is your blood type sir?” “O”