Conjunto de fenómenos de autorregulación, conducentes al mantenimiento de una relativa constancia en la composición y las propiedades del medio interno de un organismo.
2. Hematosis
Proceso de intercambio gaseoso que se produce en los capilares sanguíneos de los alvéolos mediante la difusión de gases: oxígeno y dióxido de carbono.
3. Hemostasia
Mecanismo de defensa del organismo que se activa tras haber sufrido un traumatismo o lesión que previene la pérdida de sangre del interior de los vasos sanguíneos. Etapas: vascular, plaquetaria, coagulación y fibrólisis.
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“Garrett Jacob Hobbs! This is your last warning!”
The man in question peered through his curtained window toward the yard below, trembling and wetting his lips as his lawn continued to gleam with the bright, dancing flames from lit torches. He could practically feel the heat on his skin.
“Hobbs!”
Sheriff Jack Crawford emerged from the angry mob, his dark brows knit, and his features contorted in a quelled rage. He had recently lost his beloved wife, Bella, to the continuous vampire attacks. The townsfolk knew there were creatures who fed on blood – the only problem was finding out just who was preying on innocent lives. An anonymous tip had led them to Hobbs’ front door.
When there still failed to be a surrender, Jack nodded to local merchant, Brian Zeller, who signaled the attack. He hefted up the front of a battering ram and three other strong, beefy men – steelworkers, as it were – went to his aid.
As the first shock of wood against wood rattled the house, Hobbs began to search frantically for his daughter. If they were to stake him, they would possess her. He could not let that happen.
“Garrett!”
He met his wife, Louise, at the bottom of the staircase, her wide eyes reflecting in his own as she fearfully reached for his hands.
“What are we going to do? They’ll get inside before long…the door won’t hold!”
“Where’s Abigail?”
“I don’t know – she was doing her needlepoint while I tended to dinner, but when I came into the sitting room, she was gone.”
Hobbs frowned. Abigail had a fondness for sneaking out and roaming the grounds at night. In this case, however, it would seem that her insatiable curiosity was welcomed. She would be safe so long as she stayed away.
Crash!
The door splintered, and Louise screamed as Zeller led the brigade into the foyer. A small table overturned, and the vase sitting on top hurtled to the floor in a loud, echoing shatter.
“There he is!” someone shouted. “Get him!”
Louise tried to intervene, but was immediately shoved aside. Hobbs found himself pinned to the wall before being wrested to the floor, his wife’s screams reverberating in his skull as Reverend Chilton appeared with his Bible.
Holding the leather-bound book above his head, the charlatan began chanting a series of prayers as Jack, Price, and Zeller held Hobbs down.
“Do you, Garrett Jacob Hobbs, take it upon thyself to relinquish the sins Satan hath seated upon thy brow?”
Hobbs let out a dark laugh, only to flinch when Jack struck him across the jaw. A bead of blood appeared on his bottom lip and, briefly, his tongue darted out to taste the ever-craved liquid. His eyes glittered within the candlelight.
Lifting the Bible up higher above his head, Chilton exclaimed, “In the year of our Lord, 1857, I declare unto thee a sentence of death! May the Lord have mercy upon thy soul!”
Jack unearthed a wooden stake and hammer from beneath his coat, and Louise began sobbing as two men held her in place. The mob circled forward, eager to see the carnage.
“Bring me the woman!” Chilton commanded.
As Jack awaited the order to strike, Louise was dragged kicking and screaming over to the smug reverend, her eyes wide and panic-stricken as he lifted a cross and placed it against her forehead. The metal seared into her skin and she gave a high-pitched, warbling screech.
“She has been turned!” he hissed. “Prepare a second execution!” Now nodding to Jack, the sheriff nodded back and brought down the hammer on Garrett with a triumphant, deafening thwack.
–
Will Graham had elected to stay home that evening. Each day, he would tutor a few local pupils, then retire to his room and read various selections of poetry, perfectly content to rely on his own company. As a young boy, his father had recommended that he become a blacksmith, but Will had been adamant about having as little to do with the townsfolk as possible. He had no desire to mingle. It was why he only taught a select few students as his income.
On this particular evening, however, he remained home out of guilt more so than actual desire. Something had caused him to speak up. During one of his nightly reads, he had spotted a young woman – no, a mere girl – being attacked by Hobbs in the field across the way. He knew he had to do something about it. His friend, Jack, had lost his wife Bella, and God only knew how many others would have to suffer. He prayed a similar fate would not befall Alana Bloom, a woman that had long since held his fancy.
That was when Will heard a noise. Startled, he lurched up from his chair and fumbled for his desk lamp. With jittery limbs, he moved over to the door and ripped it open, only to blanch when he peered down and spotted something moving through the slats of his porch.
“Show yourself!” he commanded. “Go on, before I’m forced to defend my house and home!” Fumbling toward the inside of the doorway, he reached for the rifle he used to shoot game and occasional pesky vermin.
The man in question peered through his curtained window toward the yard below, trembling and wetting his lips as his lawn continued to gleam with the bright, dancing flames from lit torches. He could practically feel the heat on his skin.
“Hobbs!”
Sheriff Jack Crawford emerged from the angry mob, his dark brows knit, and his features contorted in a quelled rage. He had recently lost his beloved wife, Bella, to the continuous vampire attacks. The townsfolk knew there were creatures who fed on blood – the only problem was finding out just who was preying on innocent lives. An anonymous tip had led them to Hobbs’ front door.
When there still failed to be a surrender, Jack nodded to local merchant, Brian Zeller, who signaled the attack. He hefted up the front of a battering ram and three other strong, beefy men – steelworkers, as it were – went to his aid.
As the first shock of wood against wood rattled the house, Hobbs began to search frantically for his daughter. If they were to stake him, they would possess her. He could not let that happen.
“Garrett!”
He met his wife, Louise, at the bottom of the staircase, her wide eyes reflecting in his own as she fearfully reached for his hands.
“What are we going to do? They’ll get inside before long…the door won’t hold!”
“Where’s Abigail?”
“I don’t know – she was doing her needlepoint while I tended to dinner, but when I came into the sitting room, she was gone.”
Hobbs frowned. Abigail had a fondness for sneaking out and roaming the grounds at night. In this case, however, it would seem that her insatiable curiosity was welcomed. She would be safe so long as she stayed away.
Crash!
The door splintered, and Louise screamed as Zeller led the brigade into the foyer. A small table overturned, and the vase sitting on top hurtled to the floor in a loud, echoing shatter.
“There he is!” someone shouted. “Get him!”
Louise tried to intervene, but was immediately shoved aside. Hobbs found himself pinned to the wall before being wrested to the floor, his wife’s screams reverberating in his skull as Reverend Chilton appeared with his Bible.
Holding the leather-bound book above his head, the charlatan began chanting a series of prayers as Jack, Price, and Zeller held Hobbs down.
“Do you, Garrett Jacob Hobbs, take it upon thyself to relinquish the sins Satan hath seated upon thy brow?”
Hobbs let out a dark laugh, only to flinch when Jack struck him across the jaw. A bead of blood appeared on his bottom lip and, briefly, his tongue darted out to taste the ever-craved liquid. His eyes glittered within the candlelight.
Lifting the Bible up higher above his head, Chilton exclaimed, “In the year of our Lord, 1857, I declare unto thee a sentence of death! May the Lord have mercy upon thy soul!”
Jack unearthed a wooden stake and hammer from beneath his coat, and Louise began sobbing as two men held her in place. The mob circled forward, eager to see the carnage.
“Bring me the woman!” Chilton commanded.
As Jack awaited the order to strike, Louise was dragged kicking and screaming over to the smug reverend, her eyes wide and panic-stricken as he lifted a cross and placed it against her forehead. The metal seared into her skin and she gave a high-pitched, warbling screech.
“She has been turned!” he hissed. “Prepare a second execution!” Now nodding to Jack, the sheriff reciprocated the nod and brought down the hammer with a triumphant, deafening thwack.
--
Will Graham had elected to stay home that evening. Each day, he would tutor a few local pupils, then retire to his room and read various selections of poetry, perfectly content to rely on his own company. As a young boy, his father had recommended that he become a blacksmith, but Will had been adamant about having as little to do with the townsfolk as possible. He had no desire to mingle. It was why he only taught a select few students as his income.
On this particular evening, however, he remained home out of guilt more so than actual desire. Something had caused him to speak up. During one of his nightly reads, he had spotted a young woman -- no, a mere girl -- being attacked by Hobbs in the field across the way. He knew he had to do something. His friend, Jack, had lost his wife Bella, and God only knew how many more would have to suffer. He prayed a similar fate would not befall Alana Bloom, a woman that had long since held his fancy.
That was when Will heard a noise. Startled, he lurched up from his chair and fumbled for his desk lamp. With jittery limbs, he moved over to the door and ripped it open, only to blanch when he peered down and spotted something moving through the slats of his porch.
“Show yourself!” he commanded. “Go on, before I’m forced to defend my house and home!”
The Phantasy Concert Club, Amnesia After Dark,
Metropolis Records and VampireFreaks present:
The False Face Tour:
God Module w/
Die Sektor
Mordacious
Hematosis
Common Man Down
DJ Sets by, D.j. Havok
Tickets are $12.00 ADV and $15.00 DOS
16+ with ID
Intercambios gaseosos que se producen en el interior de los alvéolos pulmonares, que terminan con la introducción de oxígeno en la sangre y eliminación de anhídrido carbónico.
La efectividad de la hematosis está fuertemente ligada también a lo que se conoce como relación ventilación perfusión, esto es la relación entre el volumen de aire que circula por los alvéolos y la cantidad de sangre que circula por los capilares pulmonares. Esta relación se altera en determinadas enfermedades y también por los cambios de posición corporal, lo cual explica por qué algunas enfermedades respiratorias se agravan al colocar al paciente en decúbito supino (recostado sobre la espalda) y mejoran al colocar al paciente en posición sentado.
