28 Stab Wounds Romane & Geschichten

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!”

" The twenty-seven was about to say something when the guy on Marcus's left side, who carried the rank of a twenty-eight, pulled out a knife and stabbed the Twenty-Seven several times. The number twenty-eight could do this and get away with it since he had a higher ranking; the twenty-six eyes became big, knowing that he was not only dealing with Jack, but usually, the twenty-eight asks the twenty-six to do the dirty work. In this case, Marcus is well respected that the twenty-eight proved his loyalty to Marcus; without hesitation, he had just killed the twenty-seven in public. By now, Jack was so used to seeing people die around him that the guy who got stabbed did not bother him. Jack stoo

I whispered when I landed on my hand, and from the pain shooting up my arm, I knew I just twisted it. I got up from the floor and moved toward the man, who was now unconscious. Thirty minutes later, I had managed to wipe away the blood and get a better look at his wounds. There were at least three stab wounds, and the wound that was close to his heart had something inside it. “Do you think we can heal this?” I asked Silver as I assessed the wounds. “Yes, but the wound near the heart looks like it might need to be cut open.” “Cut open! I am not a damn doctor, Silver.” I yelled at her as I lightly traced my finger over that wound before I abruptly pulled away with a hiss. I looked at my finger

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 told them. “They think that one of the guys had on some sort of ring or peice of jewelry that caught her skin and tore it. Taelin needed eight stitches to put it back together. They don’t think it was a knife because the edges were jagged like her skin was torn open not nice smooth edges like a knife. Niether of the stab wounds hit anything major on Xade, but when they did a CT to make sure that none of his internal organs were injure that is when they found the cancer.” Mom stated.