The Blood Countess Novels & Stories

The more he read, the more his eyebrows furrowed tightly. "The situation seems... quite grim. The symptoms of anemia and sepsis are quite evident. The blood test results show a significant reduction in all three lines of red blood cells, white blood cells, and platelets, reversed leukocyte formula…" The doctor rattled off a list of medical jargon as soon as he opened his mouth. Matthew asked: "Do we know the cause?" He hadn't expected that the child's slight fever would turn into such a major issue when they brought her to the hospital.

Hilda touched my face before walking off. Cassius came in afterward bearing several flowers. "I'm sorry for your loss, Elena." His deep baritone reverberated in the room. "Is she really gone, Cass? That doesn't even seem possible." I shook my head. "It is fine, don't stress yourself thinking. I just want you to feed and return back to sleep even though your room now smells like a farm they rear pigs." Cass shoved his hand into his pocket and brought out a bag of blood before muttering. "It is O positive, your favorite."

A doctor rushed in with a freshly printed lab report in hand. His voice was urgent and edged with alarm. "Mr. Prescott, several values in little Lily's blood test results are abnormal. This requires immediate attention. "Her blood counts are highly abnormal. Her platelet and white blood cell counts are extremely low. We can't rule out a blood disorder, possibly even leukemia. We need to run further tests immediately!"

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

I nodded frantically, my fingers tightening against each other beneath the desk. “We discovered that your son’s blood results are abnormal.” My stomach twisted instantly. “What does that mean, doctor?” The doctor hesitated briefly, his gaze moving to Anita, like he wasn’t comfortable continuing with her presence. I smiled. “Nothing to worry about, Anita’s like a family.” The doctor nodded, straightening in his seat. “We found dangerously high white blood cell counts alongside severe anemia and low platelets in his blood.” My breath caught. What in God’s name was talking about?

He passed him a glass of water to which he denied. "Aplastic anemia is a condition that occurs when the body stops producing enough new blood cells. The condition leaves the patient fatigued, short breath, pale skin, and more prone to infections and uncontrolled bleeding. This is exactly the way Aarav's body is reacting for the past few months. His condition was the same when you brought him here the last week. We took some samples of him which were different from what we generally take during routine checkups. The sample that we took that day says the same."

She ran straight into Ethan's arms, trembling like a fragile, helpless bird. "Impressive, Mr. West. Truly, you're a once-in-a-lifetime perfect husband," Amber mocked, her every word like a slap across Ethan's face. However, his body instinctively shielded the woman in his arms. I looked into his eyes, my body pressed against the railing. I calmly said, "Ethan West, you want me dead." His brows furrowed even deeper. He denied it, saying he did not want to play childish games with me anymore.

"I don't understand what you're saying Winston..." "The normal haemoglobin count for children between age 1-6 is 9.5 /11.5 to about 14." "So you're saying his is at 3.5?!" How did he lose so much in days? "This could either be due to poor diet or a sort of disease but in his case, it's a poor diet plus the blood he lost from the cuts. So he needs a blood transfusion urgently." "Okay where do we do that?" I asked before he could finish speaking.

He drew another vial of blood and handed the vial to Benson. “The first blood test results should be done soon. I need this one taken for testing too,” Dr. Stedman said. “It’s the only way to know what’s happening inside Alex.” While Benson took the blood to Joe, Dr. Stedman got a phone call. I watched his face as he listened to the caller. A smile bloomed on his face, and he turned to me. “The results of the first blood test show a drastic improvement to Alex’s red blood cell count,” he said.

After studying it for what seemed like ages, he finally spoke “According to the test carried out, Ethan has some abnormalities in his blood cell count. “What does that mean” Ruby asked out of curiosity.