28 Stab Wounds Novels & Stories

Relief hits me so hard my knees almost give out. Luca exhales roughly beside me, running a hand through his hair. Maria presses her palms to her face, breathing shakily as tears spill free. I let go of the doctor, laughing breathlessly. “Oh God… thank God.” “The injury was serious,” the doctor continues. “The stab wound affected a vital organ. She survived because she was brought in quickly. A few more minutes, and we would’ve lost her.” My throat tightens. “We performed emergency surgery,” he adds. “She’s stable now, though still unconscious. You’ll be able to see her tomorrow.”

Vicenzo's POV *Night shift.* *Everything is calm. This is your first shift as a nurse. You recently graduated from college, and now you're doing your internship. Around midnight, an ambulance brought two men, about twenty—seven or thirty years old. They were wounded: gunshot, stab and slash wounds. It immediately became clear that there had been a clash between criminal gangs somewhere. Both were in serious but stable condition and were conscious.*

“I thought you didn’t want me to remove it.” “I didn’t want you to dislodge it and cause further injury. The tissue is open and sensitive. Once I remove and clean it, I’ll monitor your vitals while the hole closes. By evening, if your breathing remains steady, you’ll be almost as good as new. The stab wound will be tender for a few days and may bleed some, but considering the scars on your body, I bet you already know that.” He did. On the battlefield, he’d endured worse than knife wounds. He laid his head back into the downy pillow, staring up at the wooden timbers of the ceiling. “Go ahead then.”

“Can we see him?” Chris asked as Stella closed the door behind her. She had been busy for six hours. “I wouldn’t advise it, not yet,” she said. “How bad is it?” Rev asked her. “His arms and legs are broken, in total eight broken ribs, both of his shoulders were dislocated but I pushed them back, his back is ripped open almost everywhere and he has a multitude of stab wounds all over his body,” Stella said. “Holy fuck,” Preston whispered.

Marco, who stood beside her, interjected. The doctor removed his mask, revealing a solemn expression. "The patient's heartbeat flatlined earlier. He's currently out of immediate danger, but his recovery process hinges on his body's response. Please brace yourself; the patient's condition is complex. We discovered 32 stab wounds on his body." Erin's mouth fell agape. Could Orion still pull through with so many injuries? Fear surged through her body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. Marco enveloped her in a comforting embrace and overwhelmed by emotions, she couldn't hold back her tears.

Just before the nurse could leave, Beth turned and asked, "What's the extent of the damage?" "He has two broken ribs, one fractured rib, thankfully none punctured a lung, a fractured ankle and mild bruising on his temple. The rest are just scrapes, cuts and light bruises, nothing to worry about." "And his heart?" "Has been stabilized and is responding well," the nurse answered with a nod. "How about the puncture in his side? What was it from? Do you know?" "A large glass shard had embedded itself in his side, missing any major organ by mere centimeters. Mr. Wade is a very lucky man."

An inspector at the scene told journalists that Webb attempted to stab Lockhart through the heart with a ceremonial dagger made of sharpened rowan wood. Lockhart sustained only minor injuries and was treated at St. Etain's Hospice following the incident. Webb is currently undergoing psychiatric evaluation, while investigators search for... The words on the screen blur together, and I squeeze my eyes shut as a sharp stabbing pain buries itself between my ribs. It's as if something is slicing into my scar. It's been happening so frequently this past week that I almost feel like I should be getting used to it, but it's pure agony every single time.

“How is he?” The doctor sighed, his tone measured and professional. “He’s stable for now. The stab wound caused significant blood loss, and it came very close to a vital artery. But we were able to stop the bleeding and repair the damage. He’s not out of the woods yet, but his chances are good if there are no complications.” Freya exhaled shakily, her knees almost buckling as relief and worry collided within her. She felt Noah’s small hand clutching hers tightly. She squeezed his hand back, drawing strength from the simple connection.

The Abrams family lawyers were going to have their work cut out for them. I didn’t care if she was hurt. In fact, a very large, very dark part of me wished she were dead. My injuries, aside from the drug cocktail she’d given me, were mostly surface-level bruising. A spectacularly colourful and painful collection, but ultimately superficial. Lochlan, however, had been properly stabbed in the back. The knife had missed his internal organs, thank God, but it had sliced a nasty gash that required several stitches. He was bandaged up and sentenced to several days of quiet rest, with regular dressing changes.

She tells me with a smile on her face. “How's it looking?” Chef asks her. “They just arrived, two are critical and the doctor is handling them in the operating room, I think they were stabbed with silver, so he's trying to get it out. The rest and just stabs and some injuries that we can take care off. So just find a bed and fo from there but if you need any help just call me alright.” She tells us and Stephanie and I nod our heads and then she pushes open the double doors and we walk in.