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A nurse walked in, clipboard in hand, her smile was thin, "Miss Vera, we’ll be taking you for some additional scans in just a few minutes.” Vera blinked, confused. “But I feel fine... I don’t think I need anything else.” The nurse's expression shifted slightly, becoming more clinical. She stepped closer to the bed. “Actually, you’re not. Your most recent bloodwork and imaging showed signs of internal bleeding—likely from blunt force trauma to the lower abdomen or pelvic area. It’s possible you sustained the injury during the collapse or in the heat and pressure exposure from the fire.” Vera looked between Leila and Dimitry, her confusion mounting. “But I didn’t even fall that hard... I didn’

Declan asked in concern, as everyone kept hoping that it wasn’t any of the patients that were in danger. “Both Boss Vicker and Lulu needed a blood transfusion, but our blood bank doesn’t have Boss Vicker’s blood type at the moment.” Dr. Leonardo couldn’t believe that his people could be so tardy in handling the affairs of the hospital. His mind went back to the moment he asked Vilma to remind the blood bank to start sourcing for that rare blood type. “What’s happening? How come there is a shortage of blood in Elite Touch Medical Centre?” Declan asked in a displeased voice, his brows furrowed.

steady. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. "Heartbeat is 140," the tech announced. "Strong. Regular." Aria let out a sob. It wasn't a cry of pain; it was a release of pressure so intense she felt lightheaded. "It's there," Aria whispered. "It's still there." "And look here," the tech said, moving the cursor. "The hematoma. It's still large—about 4cm—but it hasn't grown since yesterday. That's a win."

This is nothing. She doesn't notice my arm tensing. "You're very brave. Most people get nervous for blood work." I watch my blood fill vial after vial. Dark red. Rich. Alive. In my first timeline, toward the end, my blood was thin and pale. They could barely get enough for testing. My bone marrow had stopped producing healthy cells, stopped doing its job, stopped keeping me alive. "All done!" She presses cotton to the injection site, tapes it down. "Results should be in the system by tomorrow afternoon. Dr. Morrison will call you."

Emmet leaned down and reached over to the sandwiches which had been left over from lunch and began to fill his empty stomach while he waited for the final verdict of his non consensual blood test. He chewed moodily on the too dry bread and lamented that the only liquids present were all too warm for his tastes in that very moment. “It looks like you have the same nanobots as Jasper inside of you, and because of the fact that you have the same blood type, I’m going to guess that his blood was directly transfused into you,” the doctor summarised, before adding on the end,” You also need more vitamin D.” “What blood type do I have?” Emmet asked out of curiosity, mildly wondering why he wasn’t n

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

She could afford it even if he had asked for ten thousand instead. "Soon, the man was taken to the lab and the test results showed that the man indeed had Rh-negative blood, which made Mango feel overjoyed." "Bettany, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief too, but when she saw that the donor was very thin, she couldn't help saying, ""Madam, even if we can draw 800cc of blood from him, it will not be enough for the master. You have seen that the master has too many injuries, and this amount of blood can only ensure that the surgery goes smoothly, but it can not get the master out of danger."""

"I'm going to run some tests. You're supposed to come in for a checkup every two weeks, but you've been skipping your appointments." "I've been busy. You know that," I said, trying to justify myself, but Vallen clearly wasn't buying it. He shot me a sharp look. As soon as we arrived at the hospital, Vallen sent me into the examination room. After listening to all the symptoms I'd been experiencing, he ordered blood work. "You're going to need a blood transfusion to help with everything you just described," Vallen said firmly, leaving no room for argument. "Your platelet count is way too low."

Emma The sharp crunch of glass under heels was the only sound in the sudden stillness of the lobby. Everyone froze, All eyes were on a slender lady who walked in, long legs, a black dress that hugged her body, walking over the shattered glass as if it were rose petals. She ignored the debris, her eyes—a luminous, unnatural violet—fixed on Doc. Her presence was a cold shock in the room, like a window thrown open in a morgue. “Raven, what are you doing here?” I asked.

His gaze sharpened. “Yes,” Martha replied evenly. “But her bloodwork shows mild anemia and occasional hypoglycemia. That’s why Dr. Jones suggested trying physical methods first if possible.”