Novel & Cerita Vein Collapsed While Drawing Blood

Sliding his hands in his pants side pockets. Marciano watched me curiously as he stood next to my father. I bent down, so I was face to face with the bloody man. He looked up at me, his breathing ragged from Marciano’s assault. His arms were tied to the arms rests of the metal chair. I ripped the fabric of his shirt, revealing the bare skin of his arm and sunk the needle into his vein. “Blood thinner.” I explained out loud as I waited for the last of the syringe’s contents to flow into his bloodstream before I removed the needle.

05/20/2021, Miss Serena Vane fainted due to mild anemia. 600cc of blood drawn from Miss Elara Vane. Elara weighed only 42kg and was severely malnourished. She convulsed during the blood draw. Mrs. Vane insisted on continuing, claiming, "She's strong, she'll be fine after a sleep." 11/15/2022, Bone marrow aspiration for matching. Due to Elara's risk of anesthesia allergy, the procedure was forcibly performed without anesthesia. The patient's pain led to shock. Mr. Vane signed off: "Don't worry about her, just get the results quickly."

Blood trickled down his shirt, staining it with a dark red streak. Cliff didn’t stop. He quickly squeezed the trigger again. The next bullet lodged directly into Vein’s thigh, causing him to collapse to the floor with a painful groan. Vein tried to steady himself with his hands, but his eyes reflected both astonishment and rage. He hadn’t expected Cliff to actually pull the trigger.

She thought she was going to burst into tears but not until she got some very straight answers. The nurse was suddenly there. "Tory, right now you are much too weak to visit him. You have a chest tube in place and you have severe cyanosis with a very big risk of cardiovascular collapse." Tory quieted. "What I'm saying is that your blood pressure is dangerously low, so low that your skin is blue. Right now you aren't able to breathe well on your own because of your collapsed lung.

Grapie had experienced a hemorrhage, so 400ml of blood was insufficient. However, the nurse dared not withdraw more. “Ms. Willis, are you okay?” she asked carefully. Adeena felt a little dizzy and had trouble sitting up. She supported her head with one arm, took a forced breath, and said, “I’m okay. Continue withdrawing the blood. Saving Grapie is more important.” The nurse made up her mind and withdrew another 200ml.

I cleared my throat before speaking. "Ball up your palm." I said and he immediately made a fist that let his veins protrude even more. Damn, I'm a sucker for his veins. "Deep breath." I commanded and he obliged. With that, I inhaled deeply too before I punctured the median cubital vein at a less than 30 degree angle. Once his blood was collected, I immediately released the tourniquet and slowly withdraw the needle. I gently applied pressure on the site with a cotton ball and tape, "Hold this." I said and he obeyed.

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—"

I mumbled. "Where?" He asked. I figured out what he was talking about, so I show him my wrist, his eyes turn a to complete black, he grab my wrist and bit through it, I moan in pain as his fangs keep going deep into my veins. It was painful, like being stabbed on the hand. I look at him as he devour my blood, the way his veiny arms held my tiny ones.

“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.”

Foaming at the mouth. “Someone get me a fucking doctor!” He yelled again, and I passed out before the doctor could arrive, gripping onto his shirt. -------