Novel & Cerita 28 Stab Wounds

I needed to see what had done this to my mate, it only fueled the rage that was busy building deep inside of me. “The sword went through him twice, no wait- three, yes… see here, it sliced through him three times and went straight through, it’s remarkable it missed all the important organs,” Ward said in astonishment as he slowly sat up to turn him back over onto his back again before getting up and making his way over to the cupboard clearly to fetch something from there. When he came back I saw it was rubbing alcohol and bandaging, he also had some clean cloths for cleaning up the wounds. He immediately started by pouring the rubbing alcohol onto Groban’s open wounds, I winced as I watched

Demetri answers for me. “With consideration towards him being an alpha I would estimate that he would have shifted between fifteen and a half and sixteen years old so his injury is likely nine to twelve years old putting him in the timeframe that stabbing him repeatedly with a thick eighteen gauge needle about an inch long would occur. It would be very painful when an area with feeling got hit.” Evelyn’s explanation of something I remember just enough to fear is somehow lowering my defenses towards her. “I promise, my test doesn’t involve that. Do you have normal feeling in your arms?”

I kept my eyes on the wall. It’s over. They’re not here. You survived. I repeated it like a prayer, again and again, until the trembling in my hands slowed down. I got up, walked stiffly to the bathroom. Peeled the bandage back. The stab wound was angry—red, swollen, ugly. But not fatal. Just loud enough to remind me I wasn’t invincible. I cleaned it in silence. The sting of water on the raw skin dragged a sharp hiss from my lips. I bit down on it. No one needed to hear me flinch.

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.

he bellowed through the halls. “Alpha, please calm down.” The doctors are tending to him.” Vic told him. “His wounds are very serious; he was stabbed with a knife that was laced with silver and wolfsbane.” He started to explain. “He a deep cut across his chest and one from the top right side of his forehead going across and down the left side of his cheek, across his left eye down to below his left jawline right under his ear.” He explained. “Will he lose his vision?”

"He's circling the drain. I doubt he's going to make it to the ambulance. Someone's bringing out the stretcher and resuscitation mask. We'll meet the ambulance at the front door and hand him off. If we lose him then I'm going to chest pump while you breathe for him with the mask, nice and slow, on my mark. Understand?" He nodded and relayed the information to the others, then over radio getting the team at the front door ready for them. Using her free hand Jenna awkwardly pulled medical scissors out of her First Aid kit and started cutting away his shirt so she could see the damage. Oh Jesus. She wished she hadn't. Whoever had done this to him knew what they were doing. It was a miracle this

Dean’s heart began to race; he felt as though he was getting closer to the truth. He opened the earliest physical report from Chen's 18th year, and the content of the report shocked him. It detailed Chen’s injuries: multiple stab and slash wounds, with the most severe being a stab to the back that fractured his ribs. There was extensive blood loss and multiple instances of shock during emergency surgery. After several hours of intense resuscitation, he had narrowly been pulled back from the brink of death. Each line of text felt like a knife, slicing through Dean’s heart.

“Shit. This is Morgan’s kiddo? Alright, bring her in, quickly. But I can’t promise anything.” Max carried me further into the hospital and I could feel him let me down on a bed. I weakly reached out for his hand as he laid me down. I tried to squeeze it but I could barely manage the finger movements. His hand was torn from me as I felt myself being moved. I felt needles being stuck in me and clothes ripped off. “Two stab wounds to the stomach and one stab wound on the thigh. Looks like the two on the stomach are clean but the one of the thigh…”

“How long has she been bleeding?” “Don’t know.” Knox steps back to give them space but his hands are still covered in red. “We found her like this. Maybe five minutes ago.” Dr. Patel works quickly, her fingers probing the wounds with clinical precision. “Stab wounds, both to the lower abdomen. Deep but they missed the major organs. She’s lucky or her attacker had terrible aim.” She glances up at one of her assistants. “Get an IV started. I need saline and antibiotics. We’ll stitch her here and monitor for the next twenty-four hours.”

I said, my voice shaky as I loosened my grip. The paramedics eased me aside to work on Alejandro. One cut open his shirt while another started an IV. A third pressed fresh gauze against his wounds, immediately turning crimson. "Multiple stab wounds to abdomen and chest," one called out. "Significant blood loss. BP dropping—70/40." "We need to move him now," another responded, already preparing the stretcher. I watched in numb horror as they lifted him, his body looking impossibly fragile despite his muscular frame. His face was ashen already with lips tinged blue.