Vein Collapsed While Drawing Blood Novels & Stories

His Alpha heat surged instantly, blanketing my senses, steadying the sharp panic fluttering behind my ribs. *** The small glass tube filled with dark red blood in three seconds. Dr. Hayes pulled the needle out, pressing a square piece of white gauze over my arm. "Hold this firm for two minutes." I pressed my thumb against the cotton, staring down at the linoleum floorboards.

Every time I needed a transfusion, he drained you for me. "I should've emptied you out back then and saved us the trouble." I smiled. "Too bad for you. It's gonna be pretty hard to get my blood now. Better take care of yourself." Just then, my coworker arrived. I grabbed their arm, ready to go. Vincent's voice rang out behind me, calm but firm. "Sophia, once I've dealt with the Ortegas, I'll come for you."

His fangs sank deeply into the carotid with a soft, wet pop. Blood surged into his mouth. It was hot, thick, copper-bright and spiked with the faint sweetness of fear-laced lust still trapped under glamour. The stranger convulsed beneath him, a choked cry muffled into cotton as venom flooded his system. His cock jerked untouched, spurting weak pulses across the already-soaked sheets while his hole clenched rhythmically around Owen’s shaft, milking him in helpless peak.

The liquid slowly traveled through the catheter, entering Carla’s bloodstream. Everyone held their breath. Nothing. Five seconds. Nothing. Ten… nothing. Alexei felt his stomach sink, his hands clenching into fists. “Pavel…” “Wait. Give the body time.” Twenty seconds. Thirty. Nothing. Sasha ran his hand through his hair, his amber eyes fixed on Carla’s pale face. Susan remained motionless, her lips moving in a silent prayer. Then Igor leaned over the patient, his eyes widening. “Wait. Look at this.” Everyone moved closer. The small black branch near Carla’s collarbone was shrinking. Very slowly, almost imperceptibly, but shrinking, like ink being erased by an invisible eraser.

“Wait—what?” I didn’t have time to be upset about his confusion. I hoisted myself into the wheelchair, and my legs buckled beneath me, my arms on fire from either holding my babies, one in each arm. Ethan was right by my side, shoving something in my hand. A small vial of clear liquid. “It’s a coagulant,” he told me. “It won’t stop the bleeding, but it’ll slow it down enough to get you out of here.”

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Crying definitely didn't help with my dehydration. "May I see your arm that your IV was in?" she asks nicely. I show her my swollen arm. It was covered in a nasty bruise from about the middle of my forearm all the wat up to my bicep. "OH MY GOD! How long did they leave your IV in after your vein blew? This looks horrible!" She asks.

“No more after that.” The needle burned faintly as the extraction continued. My vision split into double images. The ceiling swayed. My fingers slipped from Ethan’s grasp before I realized I had lost the strength to hold on. At thirty-five minutes, I felt nothing below my chest. My heartbeat slowed until each thump echoed through my ribs like a drum underwater. Theo’s voice sounded like it came through a tunnel. “Kaye, your blood pressure is crashing.” “Just a little more,” I whispered.

The doors slammed shut. I was left in the corridor, shaking, drenched in his blood, my breaths ragged and broken. Minutes bled into each other. A doctor appeared, his expression grave. “We’ve stopped the bleeding, but his blood pressure is unstable. He’s lost more than we like.” My legs buckled. “Do whatever you need—take mine—take all of it—” He shook his head. “His type is extremely rare. AB negative. We don’t have enough in our bank.”

"Patient No. 5's blood pressure is crashing. He's showing signs of acute rejection, Dr. Sullivan!" I immediately looked over. "Get one milligram of epinephrine and administer it intravenously now!" I accepted the syringe from the nurse and was on the verge of administering the injection. Harvey suddenly cried out as he stumbled. He slammed hard into my arm and caused the syringe to fly out of my hand and shatter on the floor, causing the fluid to spill across the floor. He then apologized frantically, saying, "I-I'm so sorry, Dr. Sullivan! I-I just lost my footing!"