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I froze my spot like the news I am more of a curse than a piece of redemption delivered to me. “She…The blood.” I didn’t know what to say. My mind was incapable of forming clear coherent words. My mind wanted to believe in a miracle and prayers, but logic yanked me in a different direction. “The cut on her thigh caused the bleeding.” He explained quickly as though he could read my mind. “It looked bad. But it’s not deep. She has von Willebrand Disease. It’s an inherited condition where the patient’s blood lacks a protein crucial for blood clotting.” He explained in simple English, but he sounded like he was speaking in one of the lost languages that were there before time.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

she replied. They went to the lab, and she drew some blood from Amelia’s arm. After playing with the blood sample for a few minutes, she narrowed her eyes and said, “Your blood group is AB and not O. I guess they must have made a mistake during testing when you were little. Good thing I tested you again, else it would have been disastrous.” Theresa said to her.

‍ SARAH: “And?” DOCTOR: “Her bl​ood work shows some abn⁠ormalities. Her white blood ce​ll count is signific‌antly ele‌va‌ted, and​ her hemoglobi‌n is l‍ow. That could‌ explain the fainting⁠—anemia cau​ses dizziness.” AMON: “Anemia​? That’s treatable,​ right? Iro⁠n s‍uppleme⁠nts​?”

She dug into her pockets and handed everyone their vials of Keltofane. The young Vampire heiress watched all of her friends down their vials. The luminescent ruby liquid emitted red light on the layers of their skin as the liquid cascaded down their throats. That was also another indicator of the veracity of the elixir. If the liquid appeared invisible in the throat like the average beverage then it did not contain the luminescent contents of Keltofane.

I tried to swallow it down, but the pressure was too great. I leaned over the edge of the mattress and vomited. A thick pool of dark, hot blood splattered across the clean white silk sheets and the dark stone floor. The blood did not look normal. Tiny specks of silver light floated inside the red liquid, hissing faintly against the cold rock. Theron froze.

My hands trembled slightly as I prepared the needle. “Just a little, Liam,” I murmured softly, steadying my voice though tears pricked my eyes. “Mama’s here. Just a little.” I pricked his skin carefully, drawing the blood into the thin glass vial. My movements were quick, practiced. But the moment I tilted the vial to the light, my entire body froze. The blood… it wasn’t the right color. It wasn’t bright red. It was darker. Almost black at the edges.

Normal. The second page stopped me cold. It was a blood analysis report, dated two days ago. Someone had drawn my blood while I was unconscious after the Thorne incident. The results were highlighted in red marker. At the bottom, in neat handwriting, was a single note. "Sample flagged. Anomalous markers detected. Consistent with V-class genetic indicators. Awaiting confirmation." V-class. Veyrith. She already knew. "Can I help you?" The voice came from directly behind me.

It made him feel worse that both his parents' distraught eyes rested on him for some kind of explanation. Vaheed’s heart panged. He was dumbstruck with grief as he helplessly observed the demise of his twin. Tonight was a disaster for the werewolf kingdom. Marlene rushed right over to the couch. "The Kripling's blood had drained her energy and had eaten up too much of her red blood cells. Her body will need time to heal." "Perhaps a blood transfusion will help," Sianna croaked a suggestion, desperately looking at Marlena for consent. "Use my blood." Vance offered, rolling up his sleeve immediately.

Emma comforted him softly, whispering that his sister was strong like their mommy. A short while later, Dr. Patel returned with the results. Her face was serious. “Your hemoglobin is also low, Miss Voss. You’re not in a position to donate enough blood safely right now. We need a full unit from a close biological match. Ideally the father. Do you have his contact information? Time is important. Every minute counts.” The words hit me like a punch to the chest. The father. Adrian. I stared at the doctor, completely speechless. My mind went blank. Emma squeezed my shoulder gently, offering silent strength.