The Blood Bank Guy Novels & Stories

He was on his back with his arms crossed on his chest and didn't appear to be breathing. In a panic, I reached out to touch his face and heard a stern male voice telling me that he wiped himself out during the process of converting me. Turning, I see old man Steve stepping into my line of sight, holding out a bag of blood, I assumed. “Drink this before your hunger comes and causes you to go blood crazy, Miss,” he ordered. Taking it from his hand, it felt cool, and I hesitantly brought it to my mouth discovering it was a donor blood bag.

The remaining donors were given the option to help replenish the depleted hospital stock and base blood bank. Ben, Frank, Shadow, Ruth and Eleanor were waiting anxiously outside the lab and couldn’t help but rush to the door as it opened. “We have done our best.” Steve informed modestly while Stewart laughed confidently “The bastard should wake once the sedative wears off which should be in another hour.” Stewart wasn’t a practicing doctor. He didn’t use medical jargon. He was a scientist. There was either success or failure. Frank looked skeptically at Ian. Ian rolled his eyes at Stewart and nodded. He had never seen someone more narcissistic about his skill than him.

A doctor shouted down the hall for anyone with Type A blood to come forward and donate. I remembered that I had Type A blood. During the years I lay in a coma, Everett had supposedly been my blood reserve and donated daily, so his blood was supposed to be stored in the blood bank as my backup supply. I immediately informed the nurse to retrieve the blood stored under my name for the patient, but was told that there was no blood stored for me in the bank. Adeline and Tracie were equally baffled. "How's that possible? Everett donated blood every day, so all his blood should be stored in the bank."

he told the family. “Then what are you waiting for, doctor, start the damn blood transfusion!” Charlotte yelled in anger. “Well ma’am, the victim’s blood type is O negative and we are out of it in the blood bank,” he revealed to the family. “What nonsense are you saying to us!” Charlotte exclaimed. “We donate a lot to this hospital and you’re telling me that you don’t even have blood?” “Mom calm down!'' Clark said to Charlotte as he wrapped his hand around her shoulder. “My blood group is O negative,” he informed the doctor.

“So, there are no banks, and you’re obviously not at liberty to just walk in and out of our territory—” “I’m not?” I gasp, and instantly feel guilty when he takes a step back and fingers his collar. “Sorry. Another joke.” I wish I could smile reassuringly at him. Without looking like I’m about to butcher everything that he holds dear, that is. “Do you, um, have . . . preferences?” “Preferences?” “Like . . . AB, or O negative, or . . .” “Ah.” I shake my head. Common misconception, but cold blood is nearly flavorless, and the only things that would influence its taste would disqualify people from donating in the first place. Illnesses, mostly.

I walked to the reception to fill the forms and as I was writing the details, I saw the name of the blood donor. It was Stephan Richards!!! The man who had just been bleeding out to death yesterday is here to donate his blood to save my friend's life!!!

Mike said sternly. 'I think I have no other choice.' Secretary Jo thought. "Yes. Boss, you need a blood transfusion but your blood type is rare, the blood bank at the hospital doesn't have this type of blood available, and your family doesn't have anyone with the same blood type as you except Ms. Cindy. So she volunteered to give you blood." Secretary Jo told the whole truth.

and I stayed silent and waited for him to fall flat on his face , then waited to see if there was another guard who would come out and see if something was wrong and just like that another guard came out and tried to help him but then dropped dead immediately he touched the fallen guard. Then i quietly came out of the car and walked into the building through the wall and made my way into the bank , i knew the smell of the blood I was looking for , it was stashed at the end of the blood shelf rack because there is nobody asking of the blood due to it being old blood , what they did not know is that blood is the single most important blood mutation of this century, because they is from an exti

I called. "Anna, get out" he breathes and that's when tears starts to falls from my eyes. "I've never once seen you as a blood bank, you're the one always giving it to me and I became addicted. But still, you think - please get out" he says. "It's better we take a break from all this. I was thinking I had someone who actually loves me the same way I do but seems you just thought I loved your blood. I'll be fine without it. Fuckin'get out" he yells. "It's Ocean. He put words in my head" I spilled. He looks me up and down.

she asked, wanting to make sure that he understood. "Exactly," Gama replied, "It is a life that cannot be replaced with money or anything else, not even my own. I will do whatever I can do." The gangster leader thought for a moment before finally nodding slowly. "You came to the right place once, I will help you. I will use all my resources to find the donor you need. But remember, this is not an easy task. Blood types like this are very rare, so you will have to pay dearly for this."