The Weight Of Blood Novels & Stories

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.

I frowned in pain when the doctor inserted the needle into my blood vessel. Looking up at the doctor, I asked, "I haven't done a health check-up yet. Is it okay to give her my blood?" "Mr. Jones has shown us your medical records. Your blood type matches Miss Diaz's, and you're physically healthy. Miss Diaz's condition is especially critical this time. So, she needs about 600 ml of blood. If there's any discomfort throughout the whole process, please bear with it for a while." 600 ml?! I clenched my fists as I watched the blood flow down the tube and into the bag.

Felix didn't waste time on pleasantries and immediately approached the gathered bodies. After examining them for over ten minutes, Felix walked back to Xena. "It doesn't appear to be the work of Necrobound, but I can't rule it out entirely. All these people are missing their lifeblood." Lifeblood—also known as vital essence—was the deep red blood that flowed directly from the heart's main artery. In traditional medicine, it was considered the essence of life, derived from the transformation of nutrients by the spleen and stomach, and crucial to a person's health.

I pull his lower lip and say, “It’s just blood, Cal.” Calum looks even more confused and his lips pucker to show that. “Blood? It doesn’t hurt?” “Barely. I don’t have cramps and well, it’s not exactly blood. It’s like a waste.” My chest sags with a sigh at his frown. I’m not explaining it right. “It’s more water than blood. If women lost that amount of blood monthly, we would all be dead, Calum.”

He couldn’t possibly have ever done anything wrong. “Where did this come from for a start?” I indicated the glass, and the pair looked at each other. “Well?” “It’s a complicated answer. We have access to human blood and animal blood. Animal blood is much easier to come by, but I have given you human. Animal blood isn’t as good as human blood. It doesn’t replenish you enough. I thought you needed something stronger.” Mum was trying to be open with me and I appreciated it, but her discussing human blood only made all my old concerns come to the surface.

After that, another four hundred milliliters were taken, bringing the total to five hundred milliliters. "In addition, dense needle marks were found on the victim's arm, with evidence of repeated failed insertions. There were also signs of blunt force trauma inflicted after death." Silence filled the room. The doctor looked at Sharon, fury undisguised in his eyes. "You're a nurse. The maximum safe blood donation amount is four hundred milliliters. That's basic medical knowledge. Yet you drew five hundred milliliters from someone suffering from severe anemia. "What exactly were you trying to do?"

Well, good luck to them. --- When I finally got a hold of the box that has two dozen blood bags that have four-fifty milliliters of them each, I proceeded to think of the place where I wanted to arrive, but suddenly, I heard footsteps that were about to get inside this room. And, of course, I wouldn't wait for them. Who are they kidding?

I turned to Sol and asked, "Is this enough for you?" He nodded and pulled out a small vial of O positive from the larger pool supply in front of us. "Usually, this is all I need through the week." I was shocked by his statement. I listened as he continued. "Older purebloods need less blood to survive than the younger ones." I felt my eyebrows pull together at the information. What Sol told me now was different from what I had heard since I was a child, and I wasn't sure whether to believe his admission or not.

Clara questioned. "It's just 400 milliliters, the same quantity as a standard blood donation," Wilson replied nonchalantly. "But people don't usually donate blood every month!" Clara exclaimed. Normally, if someone donated 400 milliliters of blood, they must wait at least six months before donating again.

As Tyler said, she focused on being awake by fighting the invisible arms of sleep that are oddly related to death itself. She could feel the time drag slowly and it was oddly fascinating how her senses were heightened to the point that she could hear the gasp and their swallows of air every time they took a breath, she could even hear the erratic beat of her heart as it keeps on pumping for blood to keep her body alive, but ironically, makes it easier could fall into the death’s arms. Althea could feel how the blood from the wound flowed out freely. She can’t help but wonder; humans have an average of 5 liters of blood in their body, how many liters of blood do you think she lost? She laughe