Waiting To Exsanguinate Novels & Stories

he whispered under his breath, desperate to keep faith alive. Meanwhile, Dr. Harper and Nurse Lisa pushed through the bustling blood bank doors, adrenaline coursing through their veins. As vials clinked together, they lamented the shortage of blood and the ticking clock. “It has to be enough,” Lisa reassured, their hands trembling as they loaded the blood bags.

I can tell by his facial expression that he’s not feeling the same happiness as me. Sukie stands behind me, placing her soft hand on my shoulder. “It’s time, my dear,” she mutters. I nod and take my seat again. I watch her pull out a long tube and needle and once Sukie prepares everything; she walks over to me. “Okay, it will take an hour to drain you completely of your blood. You will feel light-headed and will pass out before you die, so there will be no pain. Luca and I will be right here to bring you back once the last drop is gone. We can only hope Malachi shows up once the scent of your blood fills the air,” She explains, pulling my arm out to find a vain. I don't say anything, only no

"Dante, what the hell are you doing? This is a Vane family matter..." "Family matter? This is murder!" Dante pointed at the note scattered on the steak plate. "Read it! Richard, Katherine, read it!" Mrs. Vane picked up the sauce-stained note with annoyance. At first, her face showed disdain. But when she read the line, her expression froze. Then, her gaze fell on a medical diagnosis beside it: Patient Elara Vane: severe risk of multi-organ failure due to long-term excessive blood drawing leading to myocardial atrophy and early aplastic anemia. If blood transfusions are not stopped and treatment is not received, estimated survival time is no more than three years.

I rush to him. “Doctor, how’s he? Is he okay now?” My words tumble out frantically, betraying my unease. He wipes his sweat-filled brow, his movements heavy with exhaustion. “Sorry, miss. There’s bad news. He needs blood urgently, and we’ve run out of AB negative in our blood bank.” I stiffen. The words hit me like a punch to the chest. I really didn’t want this old man to die. Lincoln, sensing my discomfort, speaks up.

he asked, his voice tight and raw with pain. The doctor’s gaze locked onto his, urgency bleeding into every word. “She’s suffering from severe internal bleeding. We need AB negative blood immediately. If we don’t get it soon, we could lose her.” Killian’s eyes flashed with pain, the agony evident in the dark depths. He wouldn’t let her die. He couldn’t lose her. His gaze, once filled with anguish, hardened with sudden coldness. “Then get it. Now." His voice dropped, cold and lethal.

“Alexi. You stay with us, damnit. You promised me!” I forced Max to open his eyes again and look at her. She needed to know I was still here and that I was doing all that I could to not let her down. The minutes began to tick by slowly, and it became tougher and tougher to keep Max’s eyes open. I could feel that our organs were beginning to shut down from the blood loss, and soon the rest of us would follow. By this time, Max was on his side, lying in a thick crimson pool of blood. It was all he could do to keep breathing; he no longer had the strength to hold up his massive head or open his eyes.

Her eyelids were closed, her lips a faint blue, and her hand hung limply toward the floor, a white bandage wrapped tightly around her palm. Oscar was kneeling beside her. He was fully recovered, the black veins gone from his neck, his hazel eyes wide with panic as he rubbed her cold fingers. "Amora, stay with me. Breathe. Susan, why isn't her pulse rising?" "The drain was too fast, Oscar," Susan said, her hands shaking as she adjusted an intravenous drip. "The pup took everything to survive the shock." The door to the clinic didn't just open—it was ripped off its tracks.

It will take one whole minute for him to faint with the blood loss. I will have to stall till then. Once he is dizzy, I will rush to him and the small suture box in my pocket reminded me that no matter how bad he is, I have to suture him up real quick otherwise being the real major artery, he could die before reaching the hospital.

Machines beeped erratically. "He’s crashing!" a doctor shouted as blood pressure numbers plummeted. Another slammed open a cooler, panic tightening his voice. "We’re out! That’s the last unit! He’s still bleeding internally..." Marcus grabbed the doctor by the collar. "What do you mean by out? Get more!" The doctor’s hands shook nervously. "We can’t! He has Rh- null, it's golden blood! We don’t have a single compatible donor in this facility!" Marcus's jaw clenched, his chest rising sharply as he watched the monitors dip lower and lower. A doctor slammed a hand on the table. "If we don’t transfuse within two minutes, his heart won’t have enough volume to circulate!"

I ask him. He peers at me above his steel rimmed glasses, “yes, Miss Shen’s fall caused significant blood loss. She does need the transfusion.” “Well then why are we waiting? Let’s get on with it.” Once again Xander’s voice is harsh and abrupt. He makes my head spin the way he is nice one second and cold as ice the next. The doctor nods in agreement, then heads off awkwardly to prepare. It doesn’t go unnoticed by me that Violet gives me a triumphant smile.