The Weight Of Blood 소설 & 이야기

The needle punctured her vein, and her dark red blood slowly flowed into a bag. As the blood trickled out, Mable’s already pale face became even paler. She leaned against the chair with one hand on her abdomen, feeling dizzy. An average person typically donated 200 to 400ml of blood, so donating 300ml was generally safe. However, Mable’s current physical condition was not good, so donating 300ml was too risky. She could not afford to endanger her unborn child’s life. Thus, when the amount reached 200ml, she removed the needle.

“Okay so tell me about the reports.” Remus nodded after taking a sip of his coffee and setting it down. He showed her the documents. He started to explain the process to her. “A human can safely donate 350mililiters of blood to the hospital every three months, so the facility only harvests 350mililiters, about 12 ounces of blood from each of the 200 humans that is collected. A single living vampire only requires 5 ounces of blood to sate their thirst whereas an undead vampire needs 8 ounces of blood everyday to sate their thirst. A living vampire, however, does not need to drink blood every day. Some could go without blood for a whole month before needing to drink blood.” Vastria nodded as s

Meredith asked again anxiously, "Bastard, how much blood did you draw from them?" "Not...a lot." In fact, for a child, this blood volume was a lot.

Blood. To much blood.

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" A dead silence fell over the hospital room. The doctor looked at Ms. Ritter, his gaze filled with undisguised fury. "Ms. Ritter, as a nurse, you should know that 400 milliliters is the absolute maximum for a single blood donation. That's the most basic rule. Yet, you drew 500 milliliters from someone with severe anemia. What exactly were you trying to do?" Ms. Ritter burst into frantic sobs and suddenly pointed at Dad.

“This is a classic sign of severe anemia! Goodness… You need to be treated!” Anthony’s face sank. “Anemia? Did the medication Charmine took from Uncle Sam not work?” “Guess not. Guy won’t be having this severe symptom…” answered Nial. The atmosphere in the room became tense instantly. The thing they feared the most had happened. It made sense, however. They extracted 60 milliliters of blood from Guy every day, and that meant they took out 600 milliliters in ten days! He had a special blood type. His blood replenishing system was probably different from the ordinary people.

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I was suddenly frightened by her answer, though I was a little aware of this I never thought of it. " And yes I heard that you'll lose a lot of blood during the process. " She said. " Like Menstrual blood? " I asked. " What Menstrual Blood? , Isn't that just about four teaspoons of blood for the whole 3-5days? , I am talking about several Punches of blood here, you might end up losing up to one liter of blood, or More so you have to be prepared. " " Oh, but why do they need to do this? , Why do they need to cut off a part of our body just because of some tradition? " I inquired anxiously.