Romans & histoires The Weight Of Blood

Are you sure you didn't make any mistakes? Casper's expression seemed genuine, which made Captain Stone frown. "That's not possible, Mr. Hawthorne. Central City's medical examiners have always been the best. They're not the type to make a mistake like that. Not to mention..." Captain Stone paused, his sharp gaze seeming to pierce through all of Casper's pretense. "Not to mention, we found the hospital where Ms. Winnie donated blood. The doctor personally said that he followed your orders and drew a full 2000cc from her. An adult only has around 4000cc to 5000cc worth of blood in their body. We have reasonable suspicion that you were attempting murder."

“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.

Look at the emerald on her $nger. "The knife," I say. "Le! thigh or right." "Right." "Fixed blade?" "Four inches. I've carried it since I was twenty-two." I look at her. She looks back. Somewhere in the shell-shocked room behind us, Siobhan says something to Fergus in a low voice and Fergus says something back that makes Siobhan laugh, which is its own kind of miracle. The room with the keypad," I say. "Yes." "You trained there."

“We’ve traced her blood donation to the infirmary. The healer—and this was on your instruction—extracted 2000 cc.” “An adult’s total blood volume is around 4000–5000 cc. We suspect foul play—possible murder.” Kane went pale. The color drained from his face. “You… you’re saying what?” “Impossible—absolutely impossible!” He forced a bitter laugh. “Madam donated blood to save Doris after her fall. They told me another 400 cc would suffice. How could it be 2000?” His eyes reddened, voice trembling.

“Okay, so what kind of risk are we talking about?” “The amount of blood I would need from you would be a lot. The ratio between blood and medicine is five to one. Since I would be doubling the dosage, I would need a pint of blood each time she takes the medication. She would also need to take the medication twice a day for two weeks, which is twenty-four pints of blood.” I didn’t know much about human anatomy, but I knew that even as werewolves it was similar. “Is that a lot?” “Considering our body on average only has eight to ten pints of blood in our body, yes, it is a lot.”

he instructed. Mike, equally surprised, nodded and quickly gathered the information. "Sir, Jenna donated approximately 20,000 milliliters of blood to Alice." He paused, then added, "Considering that the average adult has about 5,000 milliliters of blood in their body, this means Jenna effectively donated her entire blood volume multiple times over." Rex felt a profound sense of guilt and sorrow. He had been unaware of the extent of Jenna's sacrifices and realized how deeply he had wronged her. The weight of his past actions pressed heavily upon him.

"Sienna, Jenna is your sister. You both share the same rare blood type. If you don't help her, she'll die!" I met his eyes calmly. "I don't know if Jenna will die if I stop giving her blood, but I do know I will if I keep doing it." Tyler's voice rose in frustration, "400 milliliters is a perfectly safe amount of blood for you to donate. We've never let the doctor take more than that. How could it possibly affect your health? I don't understand why you're always at odds with Jenna." Any woman under 90 pounds should not be donating blood. I had always been frail. At five foot seven and barely 85 pounds, I wasn't healthy enough to donate at all.

"Does a vampire have to murder people and drain their blood?" "Have you forgotten how much blood there is in an average person?" Mom asked to jog my memory. Before I said anything, mom pointed to the tall glass in my hand, "Let me explain you this way, imagine you take some of your milk glasses and fill them in with blood instead. Then you line nine of them up in a row, you will get an average woman's blood. Make it twelve and you've got the average man. Still thirsty?" I had no word to say. The hardest thing about having my mom as a mother is that, even if I go to genius school; she still outsmarts me most of the time.

Ye Wenming said as he gave a self-deprecating smile, "Besides money, I can only use my body to help you. I'm glad I have the same blood type as you. At least, if you need a blood transfusion during the delivery, my blood can be useful." "So, are you going to continue getting your blood drawn until I give birth?" she asked. "Yes." He admitted. "Do you really... need to donate 400ml of blood every month?" she asked again. "It's only 400ml. That's how much the average person donates each time," Ye Wenming said nonchalantly. "But ordinary people don't get their blood drawn once a month!" said Zhuo Qianyun. The average person who donated 400ml of blood at a time would usually be required to wait

Mom comes running into my room and talks to me but I don't hear her, all my senses are focused on finding more oxygen so I can breathe but despite my attempts I can't do it, it's all in vain. I feel how she takes between her arms and carries me easily but it is because my current weight is 42 kg, so she can carry me without problems. I cough harder and feel all the phlegm in my throat, but it's already burning from the effort, and when I cough again mom freaks out because she sees blood and it was something that had never happened to me before. “Hold on, Allie. Hold on, it's going to be okay,” she says, sobbing with fear in her voice.