Vtmb Thin Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

She muttered and closed her eyes, burying her face in the center of palm and sighing. Suddenly, her head shot up and her eyes grew wide, realization sinking in. "AB negative...I'm AB negative." She muttered, and her lips curved upwards upon remembering Zacharie's words. He had said that her blood was able to lessen the severity of his condition each time he had a relapse, considering his condition was caused by the ingestion of the drug, diomatane, and the only way to nullify the drugs effect was by blood transfusion of blood type AB negative, what he had been telling her made perfect sense!

Me& Ndumiso: here doctor Uhm we tried treating miss mabaso fully but unfortunately she has lost a lot of blood and if we don't get the blood in the next 72 hours I'm afraid she won't make it and she had a very bad injury in her left foot which is something that would heal slowly by the time goes Ndumiso: I will donate the blood for her. We first have to do some test and check if you're group A , B OR C Ndumiso: let's do it now

Doctor Patel remarked. A few exchanges were made before Doctor Patel revealed the results of Lucas' recent blood test. He stated, "Looks like this viral infection he got, dropped his blood count. We tested him last week, and they were fine. Now, they have fallen a little below the average, especially the red blood cells." "So what do we do now, Doctor Patel? Should we do transfusion again?" Evan asked. I was thinking of having a different approach this time, something more potent. Doctor Patel turned to Shantelle and suggested, "Intravenous Immunoglobulin."

Rhea's POV "Tell me what is in him." Vera did not look up from Rook's arm. She had a needle in the vein at his elbow drawing blood, her movements quick and precise, and the colour of what came out was wrong. Too dark. Almost black at the edges. "Give me two minutes," she said. "Vera." "Two minutes, Rhea. Stand back and give me room."

No cheers no sadness, just blank. “How is Ava doing.” I asked the doctor immediately she entered into the room. “It’s too early to tell for now Mr. Fernandez but she needs blood and seeing that her blood type AB neg is very rare we would need blood donation from her family.” The doctor said looking from me to Valentina.

I muttered, opening the false bottom of my velvet jewelry box. Inside lay a tiny, amber glass bottle. It was no bigger than my pinky finger, filled with a clear, viscous liquid. Vivian’s people had delivered it to me through a dead drop two days ago. '“Thallium acetate derivative,”' Vivian’s voice had echoed over the burner phone. '“Odorless. Tasteless. In small doses, it mimics severe exhaustion, heavy metal toxicity from an external source, or a slow neurological decline. It won’t kill him instantly. It will just drain him until he can’t fight back.”'

“She gave that answer rather quickly. Does she have any resistance to your aura at all?” I met his gaze and shook my head. “Barely used it,” I murmured. “Kael could’ve shrugged that off like a breeze.” But Velara hadn’t pushed back. Not even an instinctive flicker of defense. Her aura was like a snuffed flame—nothing but ash. She felt… empty. Dr. Ada lowered his eyes to the clipboard in his hands, flipping a few pages before speaking again. “Her blood pressure’s extremely low. Dangerously low. And she’s significantly underweight.”

The doctor called out as he pushed the door open, my eyes flickered from his face to Valencia’s figure on the bed, now dressed in a hospital gown. "We've cleaned and stitched most of her injuries, and the bullet has successfully been removed from her chest. Her blood group is quite rare, and we've used up the last packet in the fridge, " He said, going through his words slowly. "What I'm saying is that we need to urgently continue the blood transfusion else she could die from exsanguination. We've ruled out the possibility of pneumothorax and cardiac tamponade. " "What's her blood group?" I ask, fishing for my phone in the pocket of my coat.

She held it between her hands and focused on the contents. She heard Fatima gasp as the contents seethed, steam rising fragrantly, before the colour of the liquid changed to a faint violet. Pleased she nodded and set the bowl back onto the bedside. “This will help promote healing, prevent infection though vampires’ blood tends to do that by itself, and will ease any pain,” she explained. “A teaspoon only… Oh, thank you,” she said when Connery passed her a measuring spoon. She scooped the liquid up and let it drip over Harry’s eye, the black clotted wound, and bathing over their lashes to hopefully seep through to whatever lay beneath.

I knew how I managed to put her on the bed. She was in deep sleep, but she didn’t let me go. I coaxed her for more than ten minutes before she let me go. So, we stayed in the corridor. Victor changed the tab and pulled the graphical presentation. “Even though the amount was not at a dangerous level, the compound is designed to suppress the bone marrow and attack some specific blood cells' production.” His eyes were on the tablet, but my eyes were on his face. His expression was dark, and the tone was stiff.