28 Stab Wounds Novels & Stories

~ CADEN ~ Immediately we pull through the pack gates, I’m already in the mindlink, pushing through three conversations at once to reach Dr. Bastien directly. “Stab wound. Left side, blade still in. Silver-based poison. He’s been losing blood for forty minutes. I need you at the east entrance right now.” “Taken, I’m alerting my team right away,” Bastien’s voice replies almost immediately. That’s why I trust him.

Glasses sliding down his nose. “Multiple fractured ribs, two partially collapsed lungs, severe contusions across the torso and face, abdominal stab wound reopened several times with heavy blood loss… He required four transfusions. The stitches have been redone, but the risk of infection is still very high. He’s malnourished, anemic, and showing signs of concussion. Frankly, it’s a miracle he’s alive.” A miracle. That's what they did to my boy. I didn’t cry. I didn’t move. I just kept holding the beads, one after another sliding under my thumb, like if I stopped counting them, something worse would happen.

Brandon leaped from his chair, his heart in his throat. "Is he going to be okay?" Brandon’s body betrayed him, the fear in his chest unbearable. The doctor sighed softly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "He’s stable for now, but we need to be cautious. His left kidney was ruptured by the stab wound. It’s a miracle he survived the blood loss, but the next 24 hours are critical. There’s still a chance of complications." Brandon’s legs nearly gave out beneath him. "Can I see him?" he pleaded. "Please, I need to be with him."

All I could think about was revenge, revenge and revenge. "If I should find out you're behind this Marisol, I will make your life so miserable that you would wish you were dead," I made a promise to me myself. "Miss Nyla," the doctor's voice and Kael's gentle touch bringing me back to reality. "I'... I'm listening," I stuttered. "He'll need to rest for four to five months to fully recovered as the stab wound damaged a lot of arteries and also his old age isn't helping his fast recovery. Leaving him to rest for six months will be best," the doctor suggested.

Noises were blurred, the lights too bright, too many people, but through it all his chest kept rising and falling. The bright surgical lights glared down as Saint’s hospital bed crashed through the swinging OR doors. Nurses had just finished prepping the theater, two surgeons scrubbing in, watching through the glass windows. Gowned and gloved, the two surgeons took their positions on either side of him. “Twenty-three-year-old male, gunshot wound to the chest. Lost a lot of blood, pressure unstable. Intubated, chest tube in place, but he’s still crashing,” the trauma doctor rattled off as they transferred Saint to the operating table.

Stewart entered the cabin. "Hello, alpha. I have removed the bullets from your warrior's bodies. They will be perfectly fine within an hour. Mr. Wilson is also fine, I dressed that small cut on his forehead, but as he is a human, the wound will take a few days to recover fully." she informed me while her eyes were trained on the bloodied arm of Aadhya "Don't mind alpha, but before reporting other things can I just look at her wound" she finally asked me.

The beeping sound that was once steady now came at irregular intervals. “Stay with me, Florida. Please,” I whispered, though she could no longer hear me. One of the doctors turned to face me, his face grave but composed. “We need to take her into surgery immediately. The stab wound is deep. She has internal bleeding. Something inside has been ruptured,” he explained, though the words barely registered in my frantic mind. All I heard was surgery and ruptured. Before I could respond, Ethan appeared next to me, his hand landing on my trembling shoulder.

Vitals, please! Everything is alright, Dr. Zola. Where is this blood coming from? She was stabbed in her thigh. Dr Zola said. After 30 minutes, Dr. Zola went out of the operating room. How's my wife, Dr. Zola? She's OK now. We put stitches on her right thigh. Her blood pressure is OK for now, but we need to monitor her for 24 hours. Was she shot or stabbed? Ari asks Dr. Zola. It's a knife, not a gun; she's out of danger. I think was traumatized. I gave her a sedative to keep her relaxed and have a restful sleep.

They really thought the blood collection would weaken him to the bone but he felt nothing. "That's good to hear. So, um, I'm glad to announce, the surgery went well and she is all fixed up now. The weapons missed her vital organs which would have resulted in complications, and most importantly, she is recovering fast. In my years of expertise, I've never seen a patient recover that quickly from multiple stab injuries. She must be a strong lady " Luca sighed in relief hearing this and shut his eyes for seconds. He opened them and asked, "When can I-I mean we, see her"

Not with trust. With fear. They’d seen what I was. What I could do. And it terrified them. The aftermath was brutal. The young wolf, the one Vax stabbed, died before we got him back to the compound. Blood loss. Internal damage. Sarah tried everything. It wasn’t enough. Two others were critically injured. Three more with serious wounds. But we’d saved twelve. Twelve out of fifteen. I stood in the medical wing, staring at the body. Another grave. Another name.