The Blood Countess Novels & Stories

Remus smiled placing a hand on her head making her slap his hand with a glare. Remus smirked at Vastria as she smacks his hand off her head and turned his attention to the Vampire, Raven. “So, out with it Raven.” The vampire took a deep breathe and spoke, “Our blood count has been coming out shorter than usual. I do not know how, but the count is inaccurate as though we are missing bags of blood. We do not know how this is possible. The numbers do not seem to be adding up.” The vampire held his breath waiting for Remus’ response.

“No, how is that possible, none of us-“ Hazel grabbed her hand and tried to calm her down. Right then, she was as calm as an adult. “Big-aunt, let’s calm down first.” She helped her to sit in the chair and approached the doctor. “How much blood do you need?” She asked. The doctor looked down on Hazel and he was impressed by her mature and calm demeanor. He had never seen this kind of attitude from any other children her age. “We need around two hundred cc per person and we need at least fifteen donations. The blood must be here in an hour. Otherwise, I’m afraid her heart might stop.” When the doctor broke the news, the children’s back stiffened.

Stella “A new medication? Is that wise for her to go on?” Adrian asks, looking at the doctor while he scribbles new notes into a fresh notebook he bought from the store. I sit beside him in the seat, feeling weary from that day’s appointment. My doctor wanted me to come in and do some bloodwork and lab tests since I was showing signs of getting worse rather than better. Turns out, my white blood cell count is way too high for comfort. A simple medication will help combat this and prevent any diseases or cancer from attacking my body.

Nicholas replied, and everyone's expression tightened. "600cc?" "There must be other bleeding," Renata replied. "What should we do, Doctor?" asked Nichol. Bastian was still silent in deep thought. "The blood continues to rise to 800 cc," Nichol replied. Bastian was still silent as he focused on the patient's body with a frown on his forehead. "It keeps rising, almost 1000 cc," said Renata. "Doctor Bastian, how is this? Bastian did not respond until Renata came forward and held his hand. "Bas!"

He was worried that by letting go, he'd lose his only connection to her. Her hand was scathing hot. Just like Chris had predicted, she was running a fever. Ethan put a fever plaster on her forehead and prepared some pills for her. But he was interrupted by Brent, who barged in without knocking. "Mr. Miller, we got the results of the blood test! All of Mrs. Miller's indices were lower than the average. The count of her red and white blood cells was especially low! "Dr. Atkins said that she could not run a fever because her white blood cell count was at 2.3. A fever can be fatal for her! She needs a Neulasta injection right away!"

I asked. "Yeah, I know Red blood cells and White blood cells. They have their own work on blood. I dunno more than that as I am a student of business studies." She replied. I can see the frustration on her face. Why am I asking her about those? "If White blood cells increase in blood that is a symptom of Leukaemia. And she has that problem but not that much which can be considered as Leukaemia. So, to prevent that I am keeping her on treatment otherwise, it can go to Leukaemia." I said to explain to her.

Xavia frowned. She was completely puzzled. She felt that she did not have any other symptoms aside from her usual problems. Matthew said, “After donating blood, your red blood cells count has dropped again, and the index is very low. This is also one of the reasons why you fainted. You should go to the hospital every month in the future for treatment to stabilize your blood count. Also, eat more dried fruits and animal offal so that you can treat your condition well. Otherwise, your body will be prone to more problems in the future.”

Clack. "Your systemic blood pressure has stabilized at ninety-eight over sixty-two," Vivienne said, her voice dropping into that terrifyingly level, detached frequency that belonged entirely to her sovereign world in this basement. She did not turn her head to look at his eyes. She picked up a digital medical tablet, her thumb flicking across the scrolling data lines. "The hematocrit is holding at twenty-nine. The high-volume O-negative infuser Harrison brought into the van kept your heart from entering ventricular fibrillation during the transit from Mayfair, but your bone marrow is completely hollow. You are running on empty, Marcus."

"He's still useful. Don't take the shoulder out." "I know," I say. "You have that look." "What look." "The one where you've decided to be thorough." She looks up then. Meets my eyes over Caruso's pinned head. "Not yet." Not yet. I file that. Step back. Let Caruso peel his face off the worktable and assess the damage — a split lip now, blood on the concrete surface, his left eye already beginning to close from the impact. "Sit down," I tell him. He sits.

“Come inside.” That was enough to make Jessica’s hands start shaking. Inside the room, the air felt colder and tighter. Jennifer placed the file on the table, opened it, and turned it toward her. “His blood work isn’t normal,” she said. Jessica frowned. “What does that mean?” Jennifer hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “There’s a significant abnormality in his cell count. Not just slight. It’s… elevated beyond what we would expect from stress or fatigue.” Jessica stared at the numbers. They didn’t make sense, or maybe they made too much sense. “What are you saying?” she asked, her voice smaller now.