28 Stab Wounds Novels & Stories

An hour later, just before I was about to lose my damn mind again from the constant, nagging worrying for the lack of any sort of news, the doctors finally emerged out of the double doors and headed our way. We all stood up at once, the tension in the air increasing ten folds. Their steps toward us seemed to stretch forever to me, I couldn’t wait for them to come over, I shortened the distance between us by meeting them halfway and asking right away “How is she?” One of the doctors; who looked to be in his early fifties, spoke confidently and professionally “She made it out of surgery with stable stats. The blood transfusion gave her the push she needed to pull through. The stab wound cut th

What a relief. With a steadying breath, I began the familiar, yet suddenly terrifying, dance of a stab wound surgery. My hands, surprisingly calm, moved with a practiced precision I didn't know I possessed. First, I gently explored the wound to check for any deeper damage, making sure there were no hidden perforations to organs like the lungs or heart – a quick but thorough internal check was crucial. Once I was sure of the wound's depth and trajectory, I meticulously cleaned the area again, ensuring every speck of debris was gone. Then came the suturing. Each stitch was placed with care, meticulously closing the layers of muscle and tissue, and finally, the skin. I focused on making sure th

Margaret’s, fingers clenched so tightly around each other they’d gone pale. When the double doors opened, I shot to my feet, nearly toppling the chair. Carlos walked out first, hair a mess, EMT jacket hanging open over sweat and blood-stained scrubs. Behind him was Dr. Lane, someone I recognized from a community vet drive. “We stabilized him,” Dr. Lane said. “But it’s serious. The stab wound nicked his small intestine. You did the right thing, but it’s the kind of injury that can be deceptive. He’ll need antibiotics, rest, and monitoring.”

Trembling. "What's going on? Is he gonna be ok? " I asked no one in particular. A medic held me, spoke to me gently. “He’s going to need surgery. We’re stabilizing him. But you have to let us do our job.” I simply nodded. Barely. “Pressure here!” one of the EMTs shouted. “I’ve got multiple stab wounds. He’s lost a lot of blood.” Another shouted, “Losing too much blood! Multiple stab wounds! Chest cavity compromised!”

They had to transfer him to our family hospital cuz honestly this one wasn't responsive. I was going crazy, you needed to see the way I was yelling at doctor's telling them not to even think of coming out of his ward until he's alive and stable. "Two gun shots, one on his stomach, the other one on his left shoulder. The one on his left shoulder was Targeted to hit Anthony, the other one that hit his stomach was going to hit you ", the doctor said

I wasn’t sure when I passed out this time. “Josie, are you ok?” Athena whimpered in my head. I had woken up laying on my stomach this time because my back was still sore. He used his entire strength tonight. He was angry about something. I got up and looked at my body in the mirror. I counted fifty stab wounds to my chest and stomach. They had healed enough that they were now only red and slightly raised. There was a knock at the door. Shit, he was coming back for another round. The door opened, and he walked inside.

“Mr Donovan.” I stood up. “How’s she, Doctor?” He heaved a long sigh, a grim look on his face. “I'm afraid it's not looking good. Your mother suffered multiple stab wounds. The knife penetrated deep into her abdomen, causing extensive damage to her vital organs. We managed to stabilize her for now, but she's in critical condition.” “Is she going to make it?” I asked, the words feeling heavy on my tongue.

I hit his stomach twice with my gun, he groaned and coughing out blood. I'm not gonna kill him just yet. "Lemme go Dawson before I do something crazy.." he tried fighting back but was only able to kicked my Gun off my hands. it bounced off but what do I care, I kept on hitting him with the strength I've got in the world, suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, my hands divorced jeong gyu immediately as I fell in my pool of blood. I had been stabbed.

This time the stab was close to the first stab wound. The injury worsened. Even though he was the God of War, his face went as white as a sheet due to the severe pain. “Now I’ll repay you the third stab to settle all your grievances.” Thomas made the third stab swiftly. Just like the previous stabs, and it plunged into his chest in the blink of an eye. The three stabs were all inches away from his heart. If there was the slightest of mistakes, it would have been fatal to him. Emma slumped onto the floor in desperation. Tears started falling from her eyes uncontrollably.

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.