The Blood Bank Guy Novels & Stories

Tyler's POV I ran a hand through my hair, my fingers trembling as I looked at the doctor. “Doctor… why don’t you have any blood in the blood bank?” My voice cracked. “This is a huge hospital. How could you not have blood?” The doctor’s expression softened. “I know, Mr. Miller. I understand how upsetting this is,” he said gently. “But we ran out of O-negative blood just a few hours ago. We still have other blood types, but your wife can’t receive those. O-negative patients can only receive O-negative blood.”

When the call went through, the blood bank's manager said, "The staff on duty were the ones who received it. I asked them about it and they said that the person who sent the blood didn't leave their contact information. I'm guessing it was a good samaritan that wanted to stay anonymous!" Where in the world were all of these anonymous good samaritans coming from? Once Elliot was done with the call, Avery said, "Let's go find that good samaritan!"

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

She really did not want him to die! Even if she hated him, she still could not let go of him! The nurse rushed back in a hurry and told her, “He has type B blood. There isn’t enough blood in the blood bank. Do any of you have type B blood? He needs a blood donation!” “I… I don’t have type B blood,” Scarlet said instinctively. Sharon shook her head too. “I don’t either.” Riley’s expression darkened. “I have type B blood. Take my blood,” she said without a moment of hesitation.

He said sadly, "He's a universal donor O Negative and can only get blood from the same blood type. Unfortunately, we lack that blood type in our blood bank..." "Okay doctor, I'm his daughter, Take my blood." She said to him, "It'll match his right?" She asked him and he shrugged, "It should but first, you'll have to some a blood test to be sure it will." She agreed and followed the doctor to get her blood for the test. When the result came out,

I raise my eyebrows at his answer. "Wow. I must be a hot commodity for them to do all that work just for lil' ol' me." I let a nervous laugh out when I say it, and Ben's eyes flick over to me. He doesn't try to hide the way he scans over me, hunger present in the wolf that pushes forward in his eyes. "Well, that and one other thing," he says, returning his gaze back to the computer in front of him. "Which is?" "There's a blood bank right down the road from your office. He wants a weekly cut," when his eyes don't meet mine again, I know he doesn't want me involved with that.

, the doctor informed. " What's the blood group? ", Anjali asked. " It O negative ", the doctor informed. " It's mine! I can donate the blood ", Anjali said. " You will! Please save my son's life ", that lady begged. " Don't worry! I will ", Anjali assured. " You will not donate your blood, your body is weak ", Alex hold her hand and pulled her tightly towards him. " Alex, her son needed help, please let me help her ", Anjali asked.

I try to pray but no words come out. Time melts away. A nurse appears suddenly. “Ma’am, your son needs blood. We need a donor urgently.” “Yes, take mine.” I say, standing immediately. She draws my blood and disappears. …. Minutes later, she’s back, too soon. “Your blood type doesn’t match. We need someone else…” My heart skips a beat. “My blood isn't a match?” “I’ll try,” Travis says, rising from his seat without hesitation. “I’m O negative. Universal donor.”

I said softly while sitting across him, "also some mysterious man came in to give you blood when you were running and there's a chance he might be related to me." Draven arched a brow at me, "what are you talking about? I lost that much blood." "Yes, it was really that the man who gave you blood is currently unconscious," I said calmly eating another sandwich. "I am a special type A positive blood, only type A neutral can give me blood and I highly doubt that the person who gave me blood is neutral if there's a tendency that you both are related." "Exactly, I'm type A negative but I was still able to give him blood, maybe there's more to it, can I go see him?" He said, about to stand up but

I feel like a monster now. "Anything I can do to help." Dr. Emerson led us down a long corridor before opening the door into the lab. Towards the back of the lab the vials of blood were held. Dr. Emerson looked worried about me being around all that blood, as though I would go berserk simply knowing all that blood was there.