Waiting To Exsanguinate Novels & Stories

We were still waiting for him. With a small cloth pressured on his body, and Doctor Evans trying to stop the bleeding internally, the monitor didn't stop its beeping. Within a few minutes, the endless beeping faded to a long, continuous tone. The graph on the monitor stretched into a terrifying, straight line. I glanced at Xander's hand, still in mine, and it was lifeless. Too free on mine. My world tilted. I looked at Doctor Evans, my breath hitching. “What's… what's wrong, Doctor? Why did you stop trying?” My voice cracked, shook, faded, but I didn't care.

CAINES POV The metallic scents of Jojo’s blood filled the air as I placed him on the table, applying pressure on the wound by his side. His breaths were shallow, his face pale and the blood gushing out from his torso wasn’t slowing down. Imani hovered around us, her hands wringing in the air. “What do we do? He’s losing so much blood! I don’t want to lose him,” she cried, sounding like she was about to have a panic attack.

The lifeless bodies lay strewn across the ground, a grim to the battle that had just unfolded. As my gaze swept across our gruesome surroundings, I became aware of my own weakening state. Minutes passed unnoticed, and it was only when dizziness clouded my vision that I realized my clothes were soaked in blood. The vampire's bite had left a deep gash on my neck, and I was rapidly losing an alarming amount of blood. Desperately, I tried to stem the flow, pressing my hand against the wound, but my efforts proved futile.

“Fine. I need you both to listen carefully.” His face tightens as he flips through the chart. “She’s still losing blood,” he says. “We need to start a transfusion immediately.”

"What are the doctors and nurses waiting for? Hurry!" "She's bleeding so much… her pupils are dilated. She's going to die!"

“Why does she feel cold?” He turned on the doctors. “Why the hell does my mate feel like a corpse?!” he yelled. “Alpha, we have no idea what is happening. We are working on it.” “Work faster!” Kaden snapped. “Doctor, she is bleeding heavily.” “We need blood!” “Prep Alpha for a blood transfusion.” “Shit, she is flatlining. Prep the OR!” The last thing I heard before I gave in to the darkness was Kaden’s rapidly fading voice calling my name.

The doors slammed shut. I was left in the corridor, shaking, drenched in his blood, my breaths ragged and broken. Minutes bled into each other. A doctor appeared, his expression grave. “We’ve stopped the bleeding, but his blood pressure is unstable. He’s lost more than we like.” My legs buckled. “Do whatever you need—take mine—take all of it—” He shook his head. “His type is extremely rare. AB negative. We don’t have enough in our bank.”

Marcus cast one last, terrified look at the monitor before following, leaving the room suffocatingly hot, insular, and silent save for the roar of the pumps. "The extraction is complete," the chief hematologist whispered, her face completely drained of color as she pulled the thick steel needle from Alexander’s hip, sealing the wound with a heavy pressure dressing. "The yield is perfect. The processing team is taking the marrow to Leo’s wing now. But Mr. Vance... your heart... we need to administer the chemical block immediately to stop the arrest." "Get out," Alexander growled. The doctor blinked in shock. "Sir, your pulse is at 178—"

Blood spurted from the fresh wound, staining the pristine fur and mingling with the air in a crimson haze. A surge of agony coursed through Sangre's veins, setting his nerves ablaze. The pain, both searing and numbing, threatened to overwhelm his senses. In that moment, he was acutely aware of his mortality, the fragility of his existence laid bare by the ferocious strike. Every breath he took seemed weighted, as if the very act of living had become a Herculean task.

"They are both Rh-negative." Someone answered hesitantly, "Dr. Gallagher, the hospital does not have enough plasma for surgery. The blood bank can send more, but it will take time." A pause followed. Papers rustled. The same voice carefully continued, "Miss Josephine Elwood appears more seriously injured. But Ms. Cassandra Vesper's superficial wounds will not stop bleeding, and she has already lost consciousness." I recognized that voice. It was Dr. Simon Quinn, his partner. "You want us to treat Ms. Vesper first and wait for the plasma before surgery?" Simon asked.