Waiting To Exsanguinate Novels & Stories

Concern lines his features, but he doesn’t pry further into my well-being. "Where is she?" I understand without context who he is referring to. "She is inside. Her condition has rapidly deteriorated. She is starting to turn blue and her limbs are growing limp." I narrate. As we step into the house, I briefly glance at Dimitri. "what the hell is going on?" He scratches his jaw, eyes scanning the room. "I have no idea." Julianne, Dimitri, and I stay outside, giving the man space to give Nox the shot that will temporarily stop the bleeding.

The smell of antiseptic. Controlled urgency. They pulled Baron from the vehicle and rushed him through double doors before I could even adjust to the change in air. “He’s lost a lot of blood,” one of the doctors said quickly as they moved. “We need O-negative ready. Prepare OR two.” “I’m coming with him,” I said. “You can’t,” another nurse replied firmly. “Sir, you need to wait.” Wait. The most useless word in the world. The emergency doors swung shut in my face.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

I screamed, my voice cracking, echoing off the metallic walls of the surgical suite. "Sir, she is in hypovolemic shock," Dr. Harrison shouted over the high-pitched beep of the heart monitor. "If you don't let us work, you lose both of them! Get him out of here!" Mark grabbed my shoulders from behind, physically dragging me backward out into the hallway. The heavy double doors swung shut, locking me out. I stood there, staring through the small glass portal. They were cutting her clothes away, hooking up tubes of clear fluid, pushing needles directly into her neck.

I walked to the figure through the blur and hollow, my instinct telling me to stop. One step.... two steps... My legs halted abruptly as I took in the figure. Madeline! She was laying there, the pool of her own blood, her lifeless eyes that were open, made her look extremely disturbing. I started to hyperventilate and my body shook vigorously. HELP! I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth. It was becoming harder to breathe. Help..... I started struggling for air. I was gasping and writhing. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" A loud voice echoed throughout the blur of the colours, making me flinch.

"Zane, look at me. Little mate, come on. Look at me. Please." "Is he... is he bleeding?" Vance asked, running up behind me, his greatsword lowered as his vanguard formed a tight wall of shields around us, protecting us from whatever might lurk in the shadows. "No," I whispered, my fingers checking his throat, pressing against the pulse point where his heartbeat should have been strong and steady. Instead, it was so slow I had to wait three full seconds between each dull thud. Too slow. Dangerously slow. "There's no blood. There's no wound. But he's not waking up. His pulse is barely there." My voice cracked on the last word.

A heavy silence fell once again after James lost consciousness. His body lay still on the cold marble floor, his skin so pale it was almost white. His once-playful eyes were closed, lifeless, and his breathing was so shallow it was barely audible. The orange and pink light from the coral tank reflected on his face, making the network of swollen veins look even more terrifying.

While I’m just sitting and been holding my breath as I watch how fast and intense his fight is. The guy was tough that he still not tapping to surrender. Again, Linus' arms flexed as he put more force with it and strangling the man. If the man won’t tap, he will never see the sun shines tomorrow and the next day, and for a lifetime. A couple of seconds runs when the man finally surrendered. “Gosh, what takes him too long to surrender? He almost died,” Reina blurted. “Maybe he doesn’t want to surrender yet,” Nena said.

“Please, tell me he is stable. Tell me he is going to be okay.” The doctor looked at her, startled by her grip, then gently tugged his arm free. “He is not doing well,” he said bluntly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “He has lost a lot of blood. He needs a transfusion urgently. We are trying to find a donor, or he is going to die. It’s taken everything we have just to keep him alive this long.” "A donor?” Isabella questioned. “Didn’t you see his father? Gunnar was here, he should be able to—”

The vibrant, greenish glow that the Life-Sap usually cast on a patient’s skin had turned into a dull, ashen grey. "No," I whispered. I lunged forward, dropping to my knees beside her. I grabbed her wrist, searching for that thready, bird-like pulse I had fought so hard to protect. Nothing. Just the terrifying, stagnant cold of a body that had given up. "No, no, no! Please! Wake up!"