28 Stab Wounds Novels & Stories

I can feel myself blush as Hobey fussies around me, and Ian checks my Obs; he scribbles something in the chart as he says, “Everything looks good…I’ll leave you two to talk. Call me if you need me, Ruby. It’s good to have you back, girl; you gave us quite a scare.” I nod, “thank you, Ian.” Ian and Honey leave the room, leaving me alone with Maddox, and I look at him as I say, “So what’s the damage?” I know there must be quite a bit because it hurts like fuck! Maddox grimaces as he says, “You were stabbed twice. One perforated your spleen, which they removed in surgery; you also have two broken ribs and lacerations to most of your body, along with some spectacular internal and external bruisi

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.

~ 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.