Novel & Cerita Feeling Weak Days After Donating Blood

Reynard said. Suki released her grip. “Sorry,” she whispered. “Was I squeezing too tight?” Rey offered her a sympathetic smile and shook his head. “Oh, right, no werewolf strength.” She forced a faint titter. “Must’ve felt like nothing.” “Don’t worry, it’ll only be temporary,” the nurse who was taking her blood chirped. She cleaned her arm and applied a plaster to it. “All done, take it easy tonight. Your body will feel even weaker from the amount of blood we’ve taken. Have a good meal and make sure you don’t do anything strenuous. The sooner your body produces more blood, the more likely your powers will return.”

"You've already taken her place in this family, and now that she needs your blood, you actually want to refuse?" No sooner had he finished speaking than I felt completely drained of energy. My hands were ice-cold, and I had to hold onto the edge of the table just to stay upright. “I can’t do it,” I told him. “I’m too weak, and I’m not in good health.” That’s exactly how it was. Long before I admitted it to myself, my body had already started to act up. I would feel dizzy and lose my balance without warning. Some days, I couldn’t even walk properly and had to stop to rest.

Three months have passed since that terrible incident, I feel like my body is not getting better gradually, instead I feel getting weaker recently. Sometimes I also lose the appetite to do this and that, and just want to lie down all day at home. Even this afternoon, I also feel lazy to get out of my comfortable foam chair. Even though all my friends have been home since thirty minutes ago, but I still feel at home lingering in class while resting my head on the table tiredly.

And now, when she needs every ounce of strength I can give her, this feels like the least I can do. After they’ve hooked me up, the room falls quiet except for the soft hum of the machine and the nurses’ movements around me. I close my eyes, letting memories drift in and out, little moments that keep me grounded as my blood fills the bag. I focus on steadying my breathing, on the hope that this will be the thing that keeps Mama strong enough to fight through. The donation takes a little longer than I expected, and I feel light-headed by the time we’re finished. But I tell myself it’s worth it, that this is a small sacrifice if it means Mama gets more time, more strength to face what lies ahe

However, when it was all over, I was as white as a sheet, while Shirley looked as though she had just come back from a brisk walk, with not a hint of paleness. Some Good Samaritans helped me to a cafe nearby. I was running on fumes, so I wolfed down the bread from the donor's goodie bag. It was not until I felt a bit better that it hit me: donating blood was a one-way street. In other words, Shirley's donations drained me, but mine did not touch her. A shiver ran down my spine. I had to keep Shirley from donating again until I figured out what was going on.

I didn't need to be told what to do next, I was already used to the treatment they were giving me. As always, Aurora is always ready to play that pity card. The blood transfusion left me drained, more than usual this time. I was already frail, and after the procedure, the dizziness is hitting me like a punch. I had to steady myself on the edge of the bed, since there is no one else here. How much longer can I keep doing this? I'm in my early stage of pregnancy, yet I have already donated blood for Amelia three times in barely a month.

I felt weak and helpless. Was I out for long? The only thing I remembered was when I started giving my blood to Killian after the blood test, I started getting a lot weaker than normal, the doctor advised me to stop the blood transfusion but if I did then who would haven given her blood to Killian. I had to do it. On the process of pushing myself, I fainted. "What time is it?" I inquired, " it is 5pm right now, why are you asking?" Kayla asked.

"I passed out and you're offering me water. Did you also forget I donated blood. I need a truck load of food and expensive wines.... And you're offering me WATER?!" "I'm the doctor here so you have to do as say. Slight fatigue is normal after donation.. especially after you've been tossed around like a sack". She rolled her eyes at that last part. "That's why drinking lots of water helps to relieve some of that stress". She snatched the water away and gulped it before pushing the glass back into his hands. "You talk too much." She implied with a frown. "You complain too much". He countered, turning away. "So..how do you feel now". He asked.

"Sorry, Sophie. I know you're going to take that license today. I shouldn't be calling you, but I am really, really unwell right now." Sophie slammed the brakes again without even thinking, and she parked her car at the roadside. "What's wrong?" He coughed weakly again. "It's probably a complication from my blood donation. A little exposure to the elements is enough to make me weak and unwell." "Maybe… Maybe you should get it checked?" Fabian infused some agony into his voice. "I-I can't even walk. N-No. I can't even… even get out of bed." It took me everything just to hold back my laughter. Any sane and functioning adult would've thought it was a joke. There was no way any blood donation co

I was alone in the lab going through the results of the recent medicines that we created using my blood. The batch came out pretty fine. My vision blurred for a second and I grasped the counter to balance myself. I've been feeling weak and it was because of the blood withdrawal. Sighing I blinked rapidly and tried to stay composed.