Vein Collapsed While Drawing Blood Novels & Stories

It felt like a chain. Without thinking, without even feeling the sting, I reached over with my other hand and ripped the tape off. I pulled the slender needle out of my vein. A small bead of dark red blood welled up and trickled down my wrist. I didn’t even mind it. It felt more real than the numbness inside me. I was swinging my legs over the side of the bed when the door opened again. Dante stepped in, papers in hand, followed by the kind doctor.

Me and choti phupho were going to dress her up. But after few moments her breathing turn rugged,she was taking short asthmatic breaths ,her heart beat started fluctuating. I knew something was wrong I cried for doctors and asked "Do something please ...what's happening to her...give her fake oxygen....Please I was crying hysterically" He checked her hand veins,heart beat, eyes and then said: Her veins are all swollen.her body is not accepting medicine we are giving through drips.Her blood is clotting.Pray to Allah we can't do anything....

“C-Can I not… do the blood test…?” “This is Grandma’s order, Tina.” Samuel pressed Tina down on the chair impatiently. “Or do you like it more when I’m the one drawing blood from you?” If a doctor were to tend to Tina, it would be a normal blood-drawing procedure. But if Samuel was the one doing it, then she would most likely suffer a lot. In the end, Tina finally cooperated with the doctor and had her blood drawn. Her complexion still pale, she stood up from the chair with wobbly knees before collapsing to the side uncontrollably.

If it wasn’t from that experience though, I might give up and watch Colt as he died in vain. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed deeply. “Iris, are you okay?” A loud banged from the door echoed, but I could barely stand on my own feet to continue giving Colton my blood. Use a tourniquet to spot the vein, then insert the needle. When there’s a backflow you’re in, remove the tourniquet. Apply adhesive to secure it, but the bag should be ready; connect the set to the bag then let the blood flow until it reaches the end of the set. Use the regulator to adjust the blood drip, then connect it to him. Good luck!

I pinched my chin between my thumb and index finger. “She has been drained of blood, and she needs it replenished quickly if she is to recover. I will get her a blood bag and be back. There are supplies in that drawer. Clean her arms and legs. I’m not sure which vein will work best.” I nodded, went to the drawer, and pulled it out: iodine and cotton balls.

“I am. I just need to get some blood and then we can begin.” “Awesome. You may begin.” I said as I sat down in the chair and provided my arm. Quietly, she wrapped a blue massive rubber band around my arm. Successfully pinching my artery off. After pumping my hand a few times, she found the vein she wanted. For some reason, it didn’t bother me to watch her stick me into my veins and draw out the blood. In the past, it has but not today.

She briefly smiled and did as told. "A needle is inserted into the vein and a small amount of blood is removed." Darla said. "You may feel a prick or stinging sensation." I said as I started drawing her blood. She slowly twitched but I had to continue. I collected 3 tubes of blood. The tourniquet is removed and the needle is withdrawn. I put pressure to the area where the needle was inserted until bleeding stopped. I put a small bandage on the area. I smiled to Nina again and I caressed her hand.

Sitting down on the stool beside the lab bench, I tied the band around my left arm and pumped my fist until the vein raised. "Let me do that," Muna said, stepping in to take the needle from my trembling fingers. "Your hands are shaking too much." She slid the needle cleanly into my vein, filling the two vacuum tubes with dark red blood before bandaging my arm with cotton. I immediately carried the tubes over to the benchtop centrifuge, balanced them in the rotor, and clicked the lid shut. The centrifuge started up with a quiet hum, spinning the blood into separate layers of clear plasma and red cells.

For one brief second, I thought of Evelyn asking me what I would do with everything I knew. Then I put the thought away. “Time out.” The room went quiet. We confirmed the patient's identity, the procedure, the injury, the blood availability and the emergency consent. Everyone answered. Everyone knew what they were doing. Then we started. The damage was worse than the scans had suggested. Blood had collected around the heart, putting pressure where there was no room for it. Once we began evacuating it, the source became clearer. “There.” The tear in the vessel was already bleeding heavily.

That light was too pure and bright, revealing me for who I was. The filth churning inside me was something detestable and loathsome. It was so overwhelming that I did not dare to touch it. After it happened a few times, Ethan developed stomach problems. When I was not paying attention, he would endure the pain silently with his brows tightly furrowed. He was too afraid to let me find out and never told me. It was not until one morning, after staying up all night to care for me, that he fainted from the pain at his office. That was when I realized just how severe his condition had become.