28 Stab Wounds Novels & Stories

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.

I said, my heart pounding so fiercely. "She required numerous stitches, including one on her forehead and one on her jaw. She continued to bleed profusely, but we were able to stop it. There were several bruises, some of which appeared to be fresh and some are old. Other wounds on her body will heal in two to three months, but the ones on her forehead and jaw will leave a scar. Concerning her mental health, I do not believe she will be psychologically stable; I think she was mistreated and sexually abused "I began to breathe deeply as she stated slowly, and I and my wolf are enraged.

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.

“You can’t go back there.” “I need to see him,” I begged. She softened slightly. “He’s still in surgery.” They let me stand at the glass door afterward. I pressed my hand against it, my reflection warped over the image of him lying there, he looked pale, unmoving, tubes everywhere. My chest caved in. A nurse touched my arm gently from behind. “He was stabbed several times,” she said quietly. “But he was brought in just in time. We’re doing everything we can.” I nodded, though I couldn’t feel my body anymore.

She felt conflicted as she asked hesitantly, "How is Gregory?" "He's fine and alive," Louie said expressionlessly. "He got stabbed in the abdomen, his right hand was shredded by glass, his back was torn open by lashes, and a metal rod pierced through the left side of his back, narrowly missing his heart. But hey, he's still alive." Anathea stiffened, her fingers slowly tightening. "Louie, don't scare her, or Greg's going to make you pay for it," Adrian uttered as he wheeled himself to the door.

As they were walking down the hall, Gwen asked her mother, "Do you think we could have Steve stay with us while he recuperates? He's going to require some help for a while. You saw how weak he is. What do you think, Mom?" "I don't think I could refuse that boy anything after today. If he's okay with it, and if he needs help, he'll be most welcome in our home. Will he be able to walk at all?" "Steve should be ambulatory," responded Laura. "What he's going to require is having his wounds cleaned and bandaged a couple times a day for a week or two. He's a fast healer, but it's important that we prevent infection in his wounds. I never treated bullet wounds before, but we're taught to err on the

She was looking down at herself, examining the stitches. “The doctor said I got eight stitches to close up the stab wound,” she said quietly. “That I’ll have another scar on my chest.” She glanced up now, her eyes full of hurt. “I guess I can add it to my collection, huh?” Luke wrapped his arms around her, surprised yet again at the gift of her vulnerability. Fuck, she’d been through enough – more than enough.

He immediately ordered the paramedics to treat the injured and directed the firefighters to contain the blaze. When he caught sight of me covered in blood and grime, the guilt in his eyes deepened. "Ashton, don't move. I'll get someone to check your wounds right now." I cut him off, urging him to take me straight to the hospital where Olivia was. My injuries could wait, but her life couldn't. We rushed to the hospital, where I tracked down the lead surgeon and signed the consent forms. I thought we had made it just in time, but the doctor's expression remained grim. "Mr. Burke, the patient suffered 99 stab wounds, leading to multiple organ failure from internal bleeding. With our hospital's

It was well past 5 now and we'd been sitting around an hour now. They'd come out once to say they had to repair her stomach and bowel as they were injured during the stabbing. Kiran was a mess, twitching his leg, chewing on his thumb. He looked so distressed and all I could do to help was hold his hand. It didn't feel like enough. Topher was standing in front of us, leaning against the wall with arms crossed. He had a soft look about him, one I hadn't seen before.

Could I forgive myself? The door clicked shut behind us. I found my voice. "Can you tell me his condition now?" Doctor Travis’s tone was clipped, professional. "Two stab wounds. Three bullets. All laced with wolfsbane. None fatal, but he lost a dangerous amount of blood. I’ve flushed the poison out. He’s stable." Stable. The word did nothing for the weight pressing my chest. "When will he wake up?" Travis hesitated, his shoulders sinking. "I can’t say. His healing is slow. The wolfsbane takes time."