The Blood Countess Novels & Stories

Shaking my head, I leaned over and turned on the lamp beside the couch I sat on and read what was on the page I had found. "Oh," I said, sighing. "What is it?" Cain asked. I shook my head. "It's just a doctor's record of a blood transfusion and the results of a CBC test. "CBC?" Jai asked. "Complete blood count," I explained. "It's a blood panel they typically do before giving a transfusion. It tests the levels of red blood cells, white blood cells, hemoglobin, and platelets. It can also test coagulation risks. They also do it regularly for people with severe anemia"

“Her blood count is dangerously low, and her body is struggling to recover.” “What does she need?” I asked. The doctor looked at me. “Blood.” My heart sank. “How much?” “Enough to bring her levels back to where they need to be, but there’s another problem.” “What problem?” He looked down at the results again. “Her blood type is extremely rare.” Cairos stepped closer. “Use my blood now! Take whatever blood that can be taken to make sure she survive” The doctor looked at him. “Sir? We need to test you first”

"I'm going to run some tests. You're supposed to come in for a checkup every two weeks, but you've been skipping your appointments." "I've been busy. You know that," I said, trying to justify myself, but Vallen clearly wasn't buying it. He shot me a sharp look. As soon as we arrived at the hospital, Vallen sent me into the examination room. After listening to all the symptoms I'd been experiencing, he ordered blood work. "You're going to need a blood transfusion to help with everything you just described," Vallen said firmly, leaving no room for argument. "Your platelet count is way too low."

He nodded and began the examination, checking my blood pressure and asking about my appetite, sleep, medication, and whether I had experienced dizziness or unusual pain. When he finished, he sat back down and studied my latest blood results. “Your blood counts are still concerning.” I swallowed. “How bad is it?” “Your body is struggling to produce enough healthy blood cells, which is something we expected with leukemia, but your counts are dropping enough that we need to be more careful now.” “What does that mean?” “It means we may need to support your body while we prepare your treatment. If your counts drop too low, you may need medication to help your body produce more blood cells, and yo

"Ms. Matthews, I need to speak with you." She leads me out of the room. The hallway is quiet, the fluorescent lights hurting my already tired eyes. I lean against the wall, my legs unsteady. "The bleeding is a symptom of his condition," she says. "His platelet count is dropping. His body is not producing enough of the cells it needs to function properly. We have run the full panel of tests, and I can now confirm the diagnosis." I feel the air leave my lungs. I grip the wall to steady myself.

He held it up and solemnly announced, "Dear friends of the media, according to the on-site tests, Ms. Mindy Sampson's white blood cell count, hemoglobin, platelet count, and all other indicators are proven to be absolutely normal! "She doesn't have leukemia or any blood disease at all!"

"We've got some results. Can we talk?" I looked at Eddie, asleep on the exam table, his fingers still clutching Mr. Nibbles. Claire stepped forward. "I'll stay with him." Dr. Patel led me into a small room and shut the door. I sat. She did too. "It's serious," I said, because someone needed to break the awful silence. She nodded. "Lisa, Eddie's blood counts are off. His white cells, his platelets... there are some concerning markers." My vision blurred. "What are you saying?"

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Santino, and that’s the end of this discussion.” *** A few hours later, Doctor Bailey came over with a clipboard, and he sighed before he briefed us. My chest tightened, and I unintentionally grabbed Santino’s hand, squeezing it. “We did some tests, and the boy is experiencing anemia. His body has fewer red blood cells than it should, which may prevent hemoglobin from transporting oxygen to his tissues and organs. To avoid complications, he needs a blood transfusion. Urgently.” “Oh God,” I breathed. “What do we do?”

Shantelle nodded, admitting, "Yes." She took the blood test from her bag and showed it to Evan. She described, "In the past, Lucas would have low red blood cells, and that would suggest anemia. However, these results show that Lucas has low red blood cells and low white blood cells. Aside from that, his platelet count is at the borderline." "Evan, it - it suggests that he has a bone marrow failure," Shantelle finally revealed. "God! I'm a doctor. I'm not supposed to be scared like this, but I can't help it. This is my son!"

He closed the written case and teased, "She looks quite young; are you robbing the cradle?" Andrew gave him a cold glance and said nothing. Samuel chuckled awkwardly and continued, "She's very beautiful. You're quite lucky." Just as he finished speaking, Isabella returned. She was breathing a bit heavily, and there was a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead, clearly from running between the third and first floors to make the payment. Fortunately, the blood test area was on the third floor, so the child didn't need to be moved. The results of the complete blood count would only take about ten minutes, and it showed that the child had a high white blood cell count, indicating an inflammation.