28 Stab Wounds Novels & Stories

Mira stitched his artery like it was nothing. Because she was good. One of the best. And she had to be. The doors to the trauma bay slammed open with a force that made every hair on her neck stand up. “Male patient! Multiple stab wounds! Found unconscious near the warehouses!” a nurse shouted, pushing through the swinging doors as the gurney rolled in. “Vitals?” Mira demanded, already moving into position. “BP 80 over 40 and dropping. Pulse thready. GCS three.” “Get me a unit of O-neg, start fluids wide open, and someone page the OR!”

I watched as Ashton shook his head and the doctor nodded. “You were in a coma for three weeks. You had suffered many injuries and lost a lot of blood due to the stab wound in your stomach,” the doctor paused and looked over to Ashton and sighed. He turned back to me and gave me a sad smile. “You have a broken arm, a broken leg, and a few broken ribs. One of the ribs punctured your lung, which is why it's difficult for you to breathe on your own. You also had bleeding on your brain from the abuse you had received.” Armando did a number on me. He was planning on killing me.

The remaining man tried to fight back but he too was outnumbered and soon fell victim to their blades. Fred tried his best to ward off the attackers with his dagger but eventually succumbed under their onslaught. He was stabbed multiple times in the chest and stomach, each thrust causing him immense pain as he cried out in agony. Blood began to pour from the wounds as he gasped for air, desperately trying to stay alive.

Will she forgive herself? The sound of the door closing pulled Talia out of her daze, and she asked, "Can you tell me now about his condition?" "Two stab wounds and he was shot three times.", Doctor Travis said. "The blades and bullets were laced with wolfsbane. Luckily, none of the wounds was fatal, but he lost a lot of blood. I flushed the wolfsbane out of his system and his condition is stable." Talia didn't feel better when Travis said that Drake's condition was stable. "When should he wake up?"

His weathered hands moved with surprising gentleness as he probed the edges of the stomach wound. "Multiple lacerations to the abdomen, likely damage to the small intestine," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "Severe blood loss, signs of shock. Pulse is weak and thready—maybe forty beats per minute. We need to stabilise him before we can even think about transport." One of the younger healers; a girl who couldn't be more than twenty, was working on Carter's shredded arms, carefully cleaning away blood and debris. Her hands shook slightly as she worked, and Dallas could smell her fear.

I looked at all of my sons to see their faces twisted with anger and sadness. "When Luna arrived she was in the worst condition I've seen in a long time. I originally thought at first glance that she was around 14 years old due to her small frame. Upon more examination and the DNA test it was determined that she was indeed 18 years old. I was shocked to see such a young lady in that state. She had severe injuries all over her body, the main two injuries that I worried about the most were the two stab wounds to both of her thighs. It seems like he deliberately stabbed her legs and unfortunately, one of the knives in her left leg pierced an artery she lost a lot of blood and needed surgery. Th

Alpha obviously stabbed him numerous times with that knife he had. “Hey, Chica” Gabe coughs. “Might need help” “Please can we get him to a hospital?” I look to the officers from the council standing in the room with us. Two men come to kneel down by my side, one lifting Gabe’s shirt up, there are a number of holes in his side, blood gushing out, making me feel sick at the sight. I have to quickly look away. One of the men takes off his shirt and uses it to hold against the wounds. I see him talking to his other officers.

Roy told once I give my mate to the doctor Nodding my head I look at the doctor working on my mate, not even five minutes he came back out “ you said she was stab Alpha?” “ yes, she had multiple stab wounds, why?” “ because I do believe they have healed cause the only things she suffering from his dehydrated and probably a concussion that’s all” “ How is that possible the only people that could this fast are the high ranks, not an Omega” “ that’s what I would think she’s probably is not an Omega after all’ he told me

“What’s the situation?” Lena finally glanced up. Caleb stood just inside the doorway, already gowned and masked, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the surgical field. At forty-two, he was one of the most respected trauma surgeons in the hospital — and one of the most difficult to work with. “Thirty-four-year-old male, multiple stab wounds to the abdomen,” Lena reported, keeping her voice professional. “Significant bleeding from the liver. I’m trying to get control before I repair the laceration.”

She shot him an annoyed glance then she drew her stare back at the ceiling. “Deep knife wounds on the palm of the left hand, left arm and right thigh---the one on the right thigh being the deepest,” continued Azriel. “A gunshot wound on the stomach that caused several damaged internal organs, another gunshot wound on the chest that could have killed you had the medic been one minute later, a deep graze on the right calf, a semi-fractured bone on the left shin, a fractured rib, several knife cuts, grazes and bruises,” he noted. “The operation took approximately ten hours with your heart almost failing once.” He stood up and went to the window a few steps behind him. His back was now facing he