28 Stab Wounds Novels & Stories

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

“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.

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."

he inquired anxiously. The good doctor gave him an assuring smile. "I must say that your wife is really lucky. The knife with which she was stabbed didn't penetrate deeper inside her body. Looks like the person who stabbed might be a woman with less arm power and she might be in a hurry when she stabbed your wife. Still the wound needed stitches and the blood loss was not too much where we needed a blood transfusion. None of her vital organs were damaged. She is stable. We need to keep her under observation tonight. If everything looks fine, we can even discharge her tomorrow" the doctor spoke up before leaving.

I nod at the board, fiddling with a card in my hand. “I wouldn’t want you to lose again.” “Don’t worry. Losing isn’t my style. I prefer winning.” His face lights up with mischief. “Same here.” Just then, there's a quick knock on the door, and Fiona walks in with a doctor. We all stand up as he approaches the table, rubbing his eyes with a sigh. “We’re pretty confident he’ll pull through,” he says. “He’s got multiple stab wounds, a head injury, and a lot of blood loss.”

Broken jaw, dislocated shoulder, concussion, slipped disks, lacerations, stab wounds… stab wounds? “Are there others wounded?” she demanded from the guards, but they only answered in the negative. Yrah was stumped. How could it be a prison riot when there were no other injured parties but Gresso? “We’ll be waiting right outside, Doc. Just holler if he does something nasty.” Yrah swallowed hard and nodded before assessing Gresso for damage. In his current condition, there was no way in hell he could do anything nasty. He had a gushing wound above his brow, his lower lip was busted, and the front of his orange prison jumpsuit was soaked with his own blood.