Waiting To Exsanguinate Novels & Stories

The hallways reeked of antiseptic, of medication, of death suspended between spotless walls. The pounding in his temples grew louder. The rhythm of shoes tapping the floor echoed like a countdown to oblivion. Every monitor, every surgical tray, every white coat—they all felt like harbingers of doom. “She needs a transfusion—immediately,” the doctor said. “Bring blood from the bank!” “Blood pressure?” “Dropping.” Dante walked beside her, never letting go of her hand, never taking his eyes off her face. She looked like she was sleeping, but her skin was growing paler by the second, and the last traces of color were fading from her lips.

Says another. “He is strong he will survive this.” That sounds like my Beta. “I hope you are right. I see the packhouse. Not much longer.” “I know just keep that pressure on his throat.” Again, my Beta’s voice. Then everything goes black. I wake to sounds as I can’t seem to open my eyes. I feel tugs and other sensations on my throat then I hear the Doctor say, “We need more blood. He is losing too much. We can’t lose him. Get me more blood.” Then darkness comes again.

It spiraled around her side and bloomed beneath her ribs. "She's bleeding out," Jax said, voice tight, already stepping forward. "She has to," Aeron said, still panting. "The blood that's infected needs to purge. But she will need a transfusion as soon as we're back." Fin hadn't moved. His eyes never left her. His thumb traced a slow, absent line across her shoulder, the only tell that his hands weren't as steady as the rest of him. Jax stared down at the water. The rate of blood loss began to slow. The color shifted, turning pink for a second, before turning silver.

It’s a reflex to pull out a foreign object, but it’s the opposite of what one should do. With one hand to his neck, he fumbles for the door handle with the other. He finally gets it open and falls out of the car. I place Crimson back in my ankle holster and calmly get out of the car with my duffle bag. I watch as he crawls along the sidewalk, torn between putting pressure on his wound or using both hands to crawl. The panic and energy he’s exerting are causing his heart to pump faster which in turn is causing blood to spurt out quicker. He screams for help, but the sound is strangled. I stand silently by the car watching colour drain from his face. The blood that once provided that colour is

Senna’s fate would determine her own. Magnus’s gaze was so sharp that the doctor instinctively wiped the cold sweat off his face. With a grave expression, he said, “The patient suffered a severe hemorrhage, leading to massive blood loss. Her will to survive is weak… I’m sorry, we’ve done everything we could. Since you are her family, you may go in and see her one last time…” ***

Blood coiled through my veins and in my stomach. Why now? Why vanish now? The nurses quickly went to work. One prepared to sterilize the wounds, another grabbed poultices and stitching tools, and a third injected wolfsbane extract to slow internal bleeding from spreading further. Kellan’s breaths were short, rapid. His heartbeat trembled under my hand. He had barely any time left. This was sudden, it was unexpected, unusual, nothing to use in describing the situation; they caught me right in the spot, exactly where it hurt the most.

But demise turned into without a doubt a rely of time on. "Of route, we attempted a transfusion, however for a few causes, his blood kind maintains shifting, making all blood kinds incompatible. This is in all likelihood a sort of curse produced via way of means of the poison. In different phrases, as soon as he bleeds dry there may be no desire for recovery. Even proper now, the blood loss is slowly draining his existence drop via way of means drop. If this maintains -- he probable handiest has sooner or later left to live."

against my skin and the cold stinging ache of the IV line in my arm, but I couldn't move. "She’s stable, but barely," a voice drifted over me. It sounded like it was coming from the end of a long tunnel. A man. Probably the doctor. "The hematocrit levels are still dropping, Nurse Jane," he continued, the sound of a clipboard clicking. "We need to contact the blood bank immediately. Inform Nurse Stella to do that immediately. If we don’t get a transfusion going in the next hour, we’re going to lose them both." Both? I tried to frown, but my face felt swollen and stiff. Who is 'both'? It’s just me. I’m the only one in the cell. I’m the only one Henry hit.

"And the blood suppliment drip?" "In place doctor" she replied. "Then let us begin, Scalpel" I said and Andrew quickly gave me a Scalpel and I began to make an incision on the skin covering the skull. Tony helped me cleaned the blood and Andrew gave me a cranial drill for cutting the skull open. I was drilling into the skull and the monitors started beeping. "What's wrong Susan?" I asked "The red blood cells count is getting too low even though I've decreased the heartbeat rate" she said.

Bianca whispered. “The only thing that can jumpstart a Vane’s regenerative system after a high-caliber lung shot,” Arthur said. He held the needle up to the moonlight. “In five minutes, his heart will stop. In six, his brain will follow. I can save him, Bianca. Right here. Right now.” Bianca looked down at Dante. His skin was turning a translucent gray. He looked small. The man who had held her against the vault door, who had pounded into her with the strength of a god, was fading into the dirt.