Romans & histoires The Weight Of Blood

By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden. I feel it working. I also feel the cost. It is not pain exactly. It is more like weight. Like every drop of the Moonblood I send into him is something I am drawing from a reserve that is not infinite, and I have already spent so much tonight — in the shift, in the fight, in the thirty seconds of absolute clarity it took to face Lysandra and end what she was. I don't stop. I keep sending it.

She could only draw a pint of blood from him–it would have been better if it was lesser than a pint. No matter what this man said, which was probably just to spite her, Georgia wouldn’t allow such an amount of blood to take out from him, particularly because of his recent condition. She obviously couldn’t allow that. Drawing two litres of blood or a pint from him would mean another patient in this house.

“How’re you feeling, by the way? I heard you can get dizzy after donating blood.” Draven’s mouth twitched. He knew exactly what his twin was doing, but decided to let it go. “I’m fine. They only took about four hundred milliliters. That’s seven percent of an average adult’s blood volume.” He shrugged. “No big deal.” “Still,” Declan said sincerely, “thank you.” His voice softened, his expression earnest. “It’s fine,” Draven replied, waving it off. “She’s my sister too, you know.” A playful glint returned to his eyes. “Besides, imagine Clarabelle’s reaction when she finds out she’s got my blood running through her veins.”

Having his lie exposed, Sean’s face stiffened briefly, but he quickly regained his confidence. “I’m fine now, but that doesn’t mean I’ll always be fine! My condition comes and goes, so we need to be prepared. That’s why you must get the blood ready for me first!” He raised a finger casually and announced, “You shall draw 1000cc and put it in the blood bank as my personal reserve.” 1000cc? A healthy adult could safely donate up to 400cc at once. Taking 1000cc in a short period could kill someone. He didn’t want my blood as his reserve; he was trying to take my life.

Dad recovered and was resting peacefully. When Miriam called him, Doctor Sawyer immediately came to Quantico. Both doctors were comparing theories about the transfer of power through the transfusion. We were all seated in the living room, speculating. “Blood is primarily made of red blood cells and plasma. A red blood cell’s life span is about one hundred and twenty days. By then, new blood would replace the old.” “What if witch blood has different properties? It sings.” “We’ll have to see. He was exhausted after a few spells, which is typical.”

Noelle couldn't help but ask, "What if I needed a blood transfusion right now, Quentin? Would you be able to donate your blood for me?" His breath caught in his throat. He frowned and responded gently, "But you don't actually need a blood transfusion right now. Besides, I have more than 28 ounces of blood in me. I can still save you!" Noelle scoffed. "Are you out of your mind? The most blood you can donate at a time is 14 ounces; you've already given 28 ounces to Xyla, and you want to give me some too? Do you want me to marry a dead man?"

"Shh! I can help with the experiment but you should prick your finger yourself." "Now keep this tube in Sahli's device. Drop distilled water to its side slowly dropwise and shake well with the help of a glass rod. Keep adding distilled water till the colour of blood matches the comparator colour of the sides of the device. Make sure that light falls on the device so that you can see the colour clearly. The point at which the colour changes is shown as thirteen grams on this tube here. Everyone remember to take the lower meniscus reading. This is the percentage of haemoglobin found and it is normal."

Elias stopped short. His face went cold, and he promptly exploded. "What nonsense are you talking about? It was only about 68 ounces of blood. How could anything happen to her? Besides, that blood wasn't even really hers to begin with!" Rachel was trembling. "But Ms. Starling has been in poor health after back-to-back surgeries. By the time they drew about 27 ounces, her veins had already collapsed, and then they forced it up to nearly 68—"

As my blood filled one bag, beads of cold sweat broke out across my forehead. I felt so dizzy and nauseated that the ceiling lights blurred into glowing spots. The doctor noticed something was wrong and said to Timothy, "Mr. Grant, Ms. York is in danger. If we keep drawing blood like this, I'm afraid…" Timothy frowned at the bag of blood. "Is this enough for my daughter?" "Well…" The doctor sighed. "There's only 200cc here. Your daughter needs at least 600cc today."

“Check how much blood did Nicole donate to Wendy throughout the years.” Mitchell paused for a moment before he replied, “Yes, sir.” Within a few minutes, Mitchell came back with an answer to Eric’s question. “President, Ms. Nicole has donated a total of 14,400 ml of blood to Ms. Quade. The total amount of blood of an adult is about 4,000 to 5,000 ml. The blood donated by Ms. Nicole over the years is equivalent to the total amount of blood in three adults. That means Ms. Nicole had drained every drop of blood from her body three times...”