28 Stab Wounds Novels & Stories

Okay, focus! I wince at the sight of the purple smoke coming out of his wounds and put on a respirator so as not to inhale the fumes. Someone stabbed him several times with a silver knife, and there were silver bullets laced with wolfsbane embedded in his arms and chest. It took me quite a while to remove the six bullets and burn out the wolfsbane with a blow torch, but he remained passed out through everything. How the fuck.

He caught the key and quickly removed the silver confinements with his gloved hands before dropping it on the floor in disgust. “I can dress his wounds, but he needs IV antibiotics. There’s no way to know for sure when his wolf will reappear and until it does, he’s susceptible to infection. In his current state, that could kill him.” I closed my eye again, luxuriating in the feel of no longer being draped in silver. I tried to remain still as Liam worked to clean my wounds and dress them. The worst had been when he cleaned and dressed the stab wound on my thigh. He murmured apologies as he scraped away layers of skin, informing me that infection had already set in and he had to cut out as mu

The eight guards advanced towards him and in a blur of movements, Wayne had cut through the eight of them. He easily disarmed one and stabbed him in the lap. Slashed the other across the face, kicked one in the spine, sent the sword through another's scapula, rammed his fist into one's eye, elbowed one in the nose, and stabbed one in the buttocks. In less than a minute, eight males lay on the ground, squealing from injuries. "I told you not to do it, didn't I ?" He said as he flung the sword to the ground. "Their injuries are on you, you drooling pompous child,'' he said to the young man on the ground.

All injuries that I had sustained as well as dehydration and malnourishment, had seriously strained my body to the point where I was lucky enough to still be alive. The doctors having to medically induce me during my first week just so they could work effortlessly repairing all of my stab wounds and other injuries I had sustained. Then once those were handled did they move to stick me on a heavy dose of antibiotics for any infections that I might have sustained as well as a blood transfusion.

“How is he?” “He’s stable. We have him in the ICU. You’ll be able to see him in a few minutes. The nurse will come in and take you back to him. He was lucky. The bullet shattered a few ribs and bounced off, leaving a trail we had to follow, but it finally rested in the back of a rib and we were able to remove it and stop all the bleeding. The knife wound shattered another rib on his other side. He’ll be sore and he’ll need to stay off his feet for a few months, but he’ll recover.” She closed her eyes and released a sigh of relief.

His neck was the only other option given that a body was covering his chest at the moment. Bam! The dagger pierced through the man’s throat, silencing him in the process. [Tackling: Inflicts 2 Damage to HP, stuns for 1 second…] [Stabbing: Inflicts 12 Damage to HP, cripples target...] [Stabbing: Lethal Attack, Inflicts 86 damage to HP (43 Sharp Weapon (Dagger) (Basic) X2). Target dies…] When the battle log popped up, Mike squatted down on the ground and took several deep breaths.

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 carefully pulled it out while he's advancing to attack me. He tried punching me again in my stomach but I lowered my head and stab his abdomen by my stell knife. His movement almost stoned him but I wasn't contented yet. I pulled out the knife in his flesh and I saw the blood dripping in it. I stabbed him again in his chest, aiming for his heart. He spitted blood and his body almost fell when two men can ein again. They shoots me but I used the dead body as my shield to their bullets.

But my body and mind reacted on their own, as if just with my presence I wanted to convey to Zeus that he wasn’t all alone…and I won’t abandon him in this state. When we managed to bring him inside his room and make him lie down on the bed, now under the bright lights of the room, I flinched hard to see the severity of those horrific wounds! Both the stabs were atleast several inches deep, and it seemed as if he was being stabbed in those places repeatedly a few times! When Anna managed to take off his blood-soaked shirt, I saw his taut porcelain body was all battered from bluish-deep bruises, as if he must have fought many people who must have wanted to attack him.