Blood loss

He attached a sensor to her undamaged wrist and she felt a prick to the inside of her elbow. Fluid tried to drain into her through the needle but her body stopped it. A “beep-beep” sounded from one of their loud machines.
“This bag isn’t flowing. No stoppage. What the hell?” Seo asked.
Ryn slitted one eye open.
“Don’t know, but there had to be four pints of blood in the camp back there between the post and where they tortured her. Should be tachycardic, but her pulse is strong, slow.” Kessler was a brown-skinned man with symmetrical features, eyes like black slate, and charcoal hair.
“You sound worried.”
“It’s too strong,” Kessler said. “She’s lost half her blood, ought to be in stage-four hypovolemia. She’s not in shock, not at all. She’s… stable.”
“Strong kid.”
Kessler absently massaged his throat and nodded. “Maybe too strong. She’s what—five feet tall? Sixteen years old? She weighed a hundred pounds, give or take, when I lifted her.”

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“That’s enough, Dr. Mellon,” Blackmun said. “Yes, I read the report. They tortured her and she lost more than half her blood, although what concerns me is that a good deal of the blood on her hands and body belonged to other people. Her predilection for violence is a problem. She woke from her surgery and choked a surgeon. But beyond the violence, there are other questions.”

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