Collapsed Vein During Blood Draw の小説・ストーリー

" A collective gasp erupted from the surrounding crowd. James backed away in a daze. He pointed at me but couldn't find his voice. Calvin looked at me in shock before turning a murderous glare back toward Corey. Corey was shaking like a leaf. He knew that he was utterly finished. "I'll donate my blood." I stood up and took a sterile swab from a nurse. Looking down at Corey, I said, "I can not only donate blood, but I can also perform the surgery. This is a severe case of DIC and placental abruption. There isn't a single person in this hospital besides me who can pull her back from the brink."

The operating room was still tense. “Her blood pressure is stabilizing,” a nurse said quickly. “Good,” Dr. Reynolds replied. “Keep monitoring her closely.” Ava lay unconscious on the hospital bed. Her face was pale, and her breathing was slow but steady. Machines surrounded her, beeping softly. “She reacted strongly to the anesthesia,” the anesthesiologist explained. “But she’s responding now.” Dr. Reynolds nodded. “The bone marrow extraction was successful. We got what we needed.”

riots. Inside the clinic, the chaos was surgical. Dr. Aris was standing over a man whose skin had turned a terrifying shade of translucent grey—the "Collapse" that happened when the synthetic Thorne blood began to lose its magnetic cohesion without a fresh dose of the stabilizer. "He’s crashing, Avery!" Aris shouted, her voice barely audible over the sirens outside. "The synthetic marrow is rejecting the host. If we don't get the Sombra-Sequence into the nebulizers in the next ten minutes, his lungs are going to turn to liquid."

She thought she was going to burst into tears but not until she got some very straight answers. The nurse was suddenly there. "Tory, right now you are much too weak to visit him. You have a chest tube in place and you have severe cyanosis with a very big risk of cardiovascular collapse." Tory quieted. "What I'm saying is that your blood pressure is dangerously low, so low that your skin is blue. Right now you aren't able to breathe well on your own because of your collapsed lung.

"Then you see what I see." Dr. Sammy's jaw tightened. "I see a job that needs to be completed." Connor grabbed Sammy's wrist. Stopped his hand mid-motion. Dr. Sammy froze. His head turned slowly. "Take your hand off me." "No." Connor's voice shook, but his grip didn't. "Not until you hear me. This child is crashing. Her blood pressure is falling every minute. We are harvesting marrow from a seven-year-old who weighs thirty-four pounds. This isn't medicine. This is murder."

Lynn stated. Gideon walked through the hospital doors and saw us talking with the doctor. When he stepped up to where we were he asked, “Well how bad is she?” Dr. Lynn spoke up and said, “She’s not at risk for dying and if you’re still willing to donate your blood, she will heal much quicker.” Gideon nodded and said, “To do this sterilely you will need a larger bore needle like a sixteen gauge. The person drawing the blood will need to know their anatomy well because you can’t palpate for a vein, like you would for a human.” Gideon told Dr. Lynn, as he rolled up his sleeves and they began to walk towards the exam room doors.

The room seemed to shift slightly when she said it, like I had been holding my breath without realising how long I had been doing it. I exhaled. It came out longer than I expected. "The collapse was caused by severely low blood sugar, worsened by dehydration and sustained physical activity without adequate food intake over several days. We have her on fluids. We would like to keep her overnight for observation. She is conscious and responsive. She is very active and expressing some strong opinions about the IV line," the doctor said. Beside me I heard Anastasia exhale too. "She is asking for her grandson," the doctor said. She looked at me. "Would you like to go in?"

Don't let her hold up the students behind her. After saying that, Mom did not even spare me another look before walking away. Sharon picked up the needle and blood bag, then jammed the needle viciously into my vein. She did not stop until she had drawn the full four hundred milliliters. When she finished, she nudged me with her foot. "You can get up now. The blood's already been drawn, there's no point acting anymore. Besides, Mrs. Cole isn't even here. Nobody's watching your performance."

"Eighty over fifty and falling!" "Find the bleeder." Dr. Reeves' voice stayed calm but her hands moved fast. "Suction, more suction." "Sixty over forty!" "I can't see anything, it's filling up too fast." Dr. Reeves was working blind in a pool of blood. "Push another unit." The nurse hung Jeff's blood and it ran into Adrian's IV but his pressure kept dropping. "He's coding!" The anesthesiologist's voice cracked. "We're losing him!"

“Aisla... what’s going on? I feel so light-headed.” She didn’t answer for a long moment. Finally, she docked the transducer and handed me a handful of paper towels to wipe away the gel. She walked back to her desk and sat down, her pen tapping nervously against her clipboard. “Barbie, as a nurse, you know better than anyone,” she began, her tone sharpening. “Why would you allow your blood to be drawn without proper screening? In your condition, it’s not just dangerous — it’s medical negligence. The anemia alone could have sent your body into shock. It could have killed you.”