Novel & Cerita Feeling Weak Days After Donating Blood

Now, I'd let this act settle the score between us. As crimson blood flowed into the collection bag, a chill seeped into my heart. When the donation ended, Charlie hurried off with the nurse toward the operating room, not sparing me a second glance. Watching his retreating figure, I whispered to myself, "We're even now, Charlie." Later, I woke up in my hospital bed, the weight of exhaustion pressing down like lead. The doctor's voice cut through the haze. "Your body isn't capable of enduring another blood donation, not for at least six months. Attempting anything sooner could be life-threatening."

I believe with all my heart that she is my daughter, but the fact that she was born with pure omega blood made me fear that my strong blood could cause adverse effects on her body. It is bad luck that everything happened yesterday, and today happened to be Monday. Meetings are scheduled every Monday morning. Even though my body is still feeling weak because of the amount of blood that I donated, I cannot skip today’s meeting. Astrid had lost a lot of blood, and I was the only donor who could give her all the blood that she needed. They had no choice but to continue drawing my blood three times more than the normal amount of blood that my body can normally give because if not, all my efforts

I asked eagerly, my curiosity getting the best of me. "Probably tomorrow morning. You've done your part, so now it's our turn," he replied. I nodded, taking in his words. “Can you walk alone? Or do you need assistance?” the doctor asked and I frowned my browse wondering where he was heading. “I can walk alone” I reply and he nods awkwardly as if he is not sure of my answer. “Is there a reason for me not to be able to walk alone?” I question with an anticipation expression. “You just donated blood which may cause your body to be weak” he answered and I nodded.

“I’m not buying a donor,” “Think of it as your own personal walking blood bank” I clenched my fists, trying to keep my face neutral. No, I’d keep my pride intact. I wasn’t about to admit that the concept had a strange appeal—like the promise of constant sustenance, always there, always ready. “On tap, available to you 24/7 when you need it, Little brother,” Was I really considering this? The thought hovered like a dark cloud in my mind, tempting, grotesque, but undeniably alluring. He knew I was wavering, but he also knew I was too proud to show it.

I watched as the blood slowly flowed from my body through the IV tube, drop by drop. My lips turned pale, and the veins on my wrist stood out clearly, thin and fragile. I had long lost count of how many times I’d donated blood for Beatrice Fall. My doctor, Shawn Tucker told me that my body, weakened by malnutrition, was no longer fit for donating blood. He gave me a stern warning, "Alice, if you keep this up, you’re going to die. You need to stop thinking only about your sister. What about the people who care about you?"

The doctor walked in for his daily visit and smiled at us. “Oh, you are here? Tell your friend to rest properly. She kept waiting for you all day yesterday.” “I will,” I answered, dodging another wave of guilt that wanted to drown me. “How is she doing? When can she leave the hospital?” I enquired. “Her condition is improving steadily, and most of the injuries have healed significantly. But the loss of blood left her with anemia. Hence, she will continue to feel tired and weak for a few weeks, but if she rests and eats properly, I will say she will be running around in no time.”

“I can donate about 500ml, but I would still need to do a complete cycle.” “No…no, no…” Miriam said, thinking I was going to do something stupid. “From what I saw, there are several people who can donate more than 200ml of blood, without problems or with very low effects.” I started doing the math. "We would be left with 71l, with that margin we can do a session.” I heard Miriam breathe in relief. “You can talk to Hiperion, he will pay for these people to come and donate.” I left the room and started walking towards the elevator, I would go to the blood donation session. Something strange was happening because I suddenly felt tired and a part of me didn't want to get away from this man. I sh

Lady, I feel like my soul is leaving my body, I thought, but I couldn't find the breath to say it. I leaned heavily on the pole. If it hadn't been there, I would have collapsed into a heap on the floor. I couldn't believe how weak I was. Two days in a bed and my strength had vanished as if it had never existed. "Your body took a massive hit," the nurse said, her eyes fixed on my feet to ensure I didn't trip. "You lost a significant amount of blood. We had to give you several units over the last forty-eight hours. You’re severely anemic and fighting a nasty infection, though the antibiotics are doing their job. Don't be so hard on yourself."

She couldn’t help hooking her lips and smiled. After two hours, everything was settled, Jane has donated her blood, and the patient's condition has also become stable after the blood transfusion. Jane could be seen lying weakly on one of the hospital beds. Her face was so pale that she looked like she just underwent a surgery. She had donated so much more blood than usual just now. This is the first time she has donated blood since her birth. With all the pain she went through during this process, she didn’t mind as far as she could achieve her goal.

An experiment. A sickening feeling churns in my gut. I glance to my side and see a thin tube connected to my arm, a syringe slowly drawing blood into a glass vial. The sight of my blood…my life…draining from me makes my stomach twist, and I gasp out loud. "Wh…what the hell is this?" I rasp, my voice cracking from disuse and exhaustion. The answer is obvious, even though I don’t want to accept it. The weakness I’ve been feeling, the constant drain on my energy… This is the cause. They’re bleeding me dry.