Waiting To Exsanguinate Novels & Stories

I knew the stakes were high, his life hanging by a thread cloaked in crimson. Dr. Martinez, one of the surgeons with haunted eyes, broke free from the fray, his blood-stained gloves a chilling testament to the battle being fought within. His gaze pierced mine and Sylvia's, his urgency was evident. "Carla, Mrs Black" he implored, his voice laced with desperate determination. "Yes, doctor?" We both answered with pale faces. "Ethan's losing so much blood and he requires a pint of AB negative." He said. "Well, give it to him, why are standing here telling us," Sylvia spoke my mind as I nodded in agreement.

Caroline paused as we heard Kathrina coughed slightly. I flicked a stare down at her. Zoey squatted, grabbing her wrist, she checked her pulse. "She…she still has a bit of life in her," I heard Zoey muttered. Quite though, I thought. "I guess I've got to exsanguinate her. Poor thing." Caroline flicked a glare at me as I took a step forward, stopping me. I squinted. "What the heck is that look for?" "Are you really that heartless?"

“Then fight harder. For him. For me.” Minutes dragged like lifetimes. We waited in a sterile hallway, listening to the rain lash against the windows. Sebastian paced, his usual sarcasm stripped away, replaced by a raw tension I’d only seen in combat zones. I sat beside Sebastian, his hand threaded through mine. The warmth of his palm was the only proof I hadn’t already drowned in despair. Then a nurse burst through the doors—her face pale. “We need blood. O-negative.” Sebastian was already rolling up his sleeve before she finished.

The Beta's complexion had taken on an ashen hue, and a thin sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead under the warm glow of the restaurant's lanterns. With trembling fingers, Marcus reached into his suit and quickly fished out a handkerchief. He coughed several times into the white cloth, each one more violent than the last. When he finally recovered himself, Emma's medical eye immediately caught the large, crimson stain that had seeped into the pristine fabric. The virus was killing Marcus—rapidly breaking down his internal organs, causing hemorrhaging that no ordinary human could survive this long.

As long as they could squeeze out the stagnant blood, the patient would wake up and temporarily be out of danger. "Dr. Ballard, please trust Bailey. He's an expert in this field." Madeline looked nervously at Sebastian. "It's alright. I'm administering treatment. As long as Rex wakes up, I'm confident that I can cure him." Sebastian was very calm as he stared intently at Rex. Sebastian held on tightly to Rex's arm with difficulty as he tried to squeeze out the stagnant blood, but patients in that condition had very viscous blood, which made it very difficult to get it out.

He pulled out a sterile surgical kit, a portable heart monitor, and three thick bags of universal synthetic plasma. "He has lost an incredible volume of blood," the doctor muttered, his hands moving with blinding, desperate speed as he inserted a thick intravenous needle into the heavy vein on Julian massive forearm. "His blood pressure is practically nonexistent. I am going to flood his system with plasma to keep his organs from shutting down, but I have to extract the bone fragments and rebuild the arterial wall right now." Arthur Vance stood in the corner, his arm wrapped protectively around Elena. The old professor looked completely devastated, watching the terrifying king of the underwo

Kyle's POV Blood continued to pour from my mouth, more than seemed possible. It tasted like metal and mortality. It had failed and all the time I'd wasted believing I could outrun this ending. The machines around me began screaming. Monitors that had been beeping steadily burst into alarms as my vital signs crashed. Heart rate erratic. Blood pressure plummeting. Oxygen saturation dropping like a stone. Through the chaos, I could see Thomas standing against the wall, his face white with horror, his hands pressed against his mouth as he watched me bleed. His eyes were wide with the particular terror that came from witnessing someone die in real time.

“What the fuck does that mean?” She swallowed hard, flinching as a droplet of my blood dripped from my still-bleeding hand onto her collar. “Her vitals—they’re unstable. She’s going in and out of consciousness. Her body isn’t responding to the meds. We’re trying everything, but it’s like she’s slipping further away. We need—” “What do you need?” I barked. “Tell me!” Her lips trembled. “We need blood.” My heart dropped. “Then take it! There’s a pack of us here—”

Cane grabbed him quickly before he collapsed. “Easy,” he muttered. Within seconds Gunnar’s eyes rolled back slightly and his body went limp. Cane lowered him carefully to the floor. My breathing was shaky as Caden was holding me upright while pressing a cloth against my neck. “You lost a lot of blood,” he said softly. I tried to speak but my voice barely came out. “Am… Am I going to die?”

My mind completely short-circuited as a cold, clinical horror crept in—he was losing too much, too fast. The sheer volume of crimson pooling over his skin meant a major artery had been hit. He is going to die right here. "Hold on, please just hold on," I begged, my voice breaking into a panicked shriek as I leaned him back against me so I could look directly into his eyes. His face was rapidly losing color, but he forced his trembling, blood-stained hand upward, his thumb brushing against my cheek..., wiping away a hot tear, leaving a streak of red in its wake.