Novel & Cerita The Blood Bank Guy

“Think. Is there anyone in the family? Relatives? Anyone who could share his blood—A negative or B negative? Either could save him.” I shook my head, the words tumbling out like broken glass. “No… no, there’s no one. His father—he’s B negative but he can’t… he can’t donate. He’s sick. He—” My voice cracked, shame slicing me open. “There’s no one.” The doctor’s expression tightened, his eyes grim but not surprised. He turned slightly toward the nurse, already signaling for something. “Keep calling the network. Check the registry again. Move fast.”

He stepped out of her office but returned quickly to say, "And yeah, I am younger, but that just makes me have a lot of things to offer." Clint winked at Zia and turned on his heel. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zia's jaws drop and her face flushed. *** At three in the afternoon, William arrived at the King's Medical Center. He easily found the blood bank where Mr. Bianchi was waiting for him. A few others had donated blood, and he quickly lined up for the procedure. William Barlowe was feeling anxious. He constantly looked around the hospital as if afraid of getting caught. Before getting his blood extracted, a doctor approached him and gave him a bunch of documents to sign. The doct

"Leave now, or I'm calling the police!" He stopped me, terrified that this would blow up and stain his image further. "Alright, I'm leaving. But please think carefully about what I said." He turned to go, and suddenly something clicked in my memory. When I had looked into Gregory, I'd also reviewed Benjamin's background. His biography included a heroic story about him donating a large amount of blood to save a student who had lost too much. The student was AB-type, and the blood bank had none in storage. Benjamin, being O-type, could donate to anyone.

Caden stepped forward, his face anxious, “What happened to my brother?” “Your brother will survive,” The Doctor said to Caden but we got nervous when he sighed, “But we need a blood donor for him. Unfortunately, we need O-negative, which is very rare and we have no supply of it here in the hospital. Mr. Evans lost so much blood from the bullet wounds.” “You can test me. See if we are the same blood type!” Caden volunteered, “Just make sure my brother will be okay.” The doctor gestured for Caden to follow him and my husband looked at me before he and the doctor entered a room.

"What's your son's blood type?" "AB positive," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Mine too," he said, his eyes meeting mine. "I can donate if you want." I was stunned. There was a stranger, offering to help save my son's life. I couldn't believe my luck. "Are you serious?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Absolutely," he replied, his gaze unwavering. "Let's go do this." As we walked to the blood bank, I felt a sense of gratitude wash over me. This random encounter had turned into a life-changing moment, and I knew that I would never forget the kindness of this stranger who had become my hero.

He knows me so well. "What about Alice? She needs O -ve blood. We have to arrange it from somewhere." Alex muttered anxiously. "Don't worry... My parents know how hard it is to get O-ve blood at the time of an emergency . That's why they make sure to always store a sufficient amount of blood in our personal blood bank. Even I donated my blood many times before when my blood pressure was okay. I messaged Rocky to bring it here... He must be on his way." I said. He took a relieved breath and looked at me with a big smile.

As soon as the car arrived at the hospital gate, I put money into the driver's hand, opened the car door, and ran inside. “Caily.” “Bella.” Caily's face was still wet with tears. Her voice was weak. Before I had time to ask about Richard's condition, the nurse quickly pulled my hand into the room when she knew I was the one who would donate blood for him. He has blood type O and so do I. I am very afraid of needles, but right now I am not afraid anymore, I just hope the nurse will quickly draw my blood so that he can complete the surgery.

The nurse looked at him with sympathy. "I'm sorry, sir, but the tests are accurate. The blood types are not compatible at all. It’s essential to find a compatible donor to ensure her safety."Lucas nodded, though the nurse's words did little to ease his confusion. "Can you tell me more about the man who just donated blood? His curiosity made him ask. ."The nurse hesitated. "I'm not sure I should share that information, but considering the circumstances, I can tell you that he's a registered blood donor who has helped patients here before,even your daughter That's all I know."

Declan asked in concern, as everyone kept hoping that it wasn’t any of the patients that were in danger. “Both Boss Vicker and Lulu needed a blood transfusion, but our blood bank doesn’t have Boss Vicker’s blood type at the moment.” Dr. Leonardo couldn’t believe that his people could be so tardy in handling the affairs of the hospital. His mind went back to the moment he asked Vilma to remind the blood bank to start sourcing for that rare blood type. “What’s happening? How come there is a shortage of blood in Elite Touch Medical Centre?” Declan asked in a displeased voice, his brows furrowed.

“Sir, we need to ask if you can donate blood. Her type is O positive and the blood in our storage is low. We’ve reached out to two nearby hospitals but they don’t have enough supply.” O positive. Right. My blood group. I remembered the tests from school, the form I filled out years ago. Dad nodded, too fast. “Yes—yes, of course. Do whatever you need.” They took him away almost immediately. I tried to watch him go but the room spun too hard. Carl leaned closer to me, brushing hair from my forehead, his hands shaking violently. “They’ll get the blood, okay? You’re going to be fine. Just stay awake. Please.”