Accidentally Touched Dried Blood Novels & Stories

I faltered in pain after falling because some fragments of the broken glass scraped my arm and back, but I managed to get the bottle and successfully scraped all my fingers, causing blood to gush out of the open wounds. I would never let them take my fingerprints, no matter what. "What the?" a man screamed, seeing my bloody body on the floor.

The dried blood still on the floor from earlier, caught my attention. I didn’t know if Cash had seen it, but I was embarrassed I didn’t clean it up. I was at a loss on what to do but then I quickly ran into the hall at the top of the stairs and grabbed my cloths he took off earlier. The memory of him undoing my pants and sliding his fingers inside me made me blush for a moment and I shook the memory away. I needed a shower, not another wet bath between my legs.

Just as I guessed, the door is unlocked, like he is daring me to try and leave. There is something on the floor. Dark. Irregular. I look at it without fully processing it at first, then my brain catches up, and I suddenly realize the red splatter I am staring at. Blood. I look down at myself, touching and examining. My hand comes away damp at the back of my trousers. I twist to look behind me. It's right there, dark red spreading against the white fabric, unmistakable. My hand goes to it. Comes away wet. How did I not notice this?

When I see his eyes open I take a breath of relief and I rub my fingers through his hair. "Draco, I'm so sorry. My foot caught on your robe, and I didn't mean to......" I begin. My fingers on his hair have touched something wet. When I bring them closer to my face to look I see that they are crimson. When I gently rub my fingers together in the liquid I realize that this is blood. I look into his eyes and see that they are still unmoving.

I'm sure we can- The sound of something crushing distracted me, suddenly my hands felt wet, I lowered my head looking at the cup I was holding, or the one I had previously held. My hands were covered in a dark brown and red liquid, several pieces of porcelain stuck in my palms. I stared at my hands in horror, I didn't even feel the pain. I carefully picked up every bit that stuck in my palm and threw it in the trash. I wash my hands until they are clean again then dry them with a soft towel. Blood was still flowing slightly from his open wound, now sticking to the towel.

She touched her upper lip and her fingers came away red. Blood. She stumbled to the bathroom, gripping the sink. Blood dripped steadily from her nose, splashing into the white porcelain. She grabbed tissues, pressing them to her face, but it kept coming.

The glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the ground. "Oh, I'm so sorry." "It's alright dear. Are you okay?" "Yes, I think so." Breeana bent and began to pick up the large pieces of glass on the floor. She pricked her finger on one of the pieces. The slice healed almost immediately but Breeana looked at the splotch of blood on the blood and her blood ran cold for some reason. She shook it off and disposed of the glass. She gave Patrick his water, cleaned up the mess she'd made and went to the hospital's restroom.

Am I? She adjusts back, raising her upper body to stare at me. I trace her gaze to my body. . . I don’t see anything. Hazel runs her fingers down my neck. No wonder I couldn’t see what she was looking at! “It’s dried blood. Give me a second, let my get a first aid.”

Maia’s finger froze when she saw the drop of blood on the tablet screen. Raising her hands to touch her nose, she found blood dripping out of it. She was startled. This was not a normal occurrence for her. Was something wrong? Was it because the air was dry due to the cold weather? She took a few pieces of tissue paper and wiped her nose clean. Then, she took another piece to wipe the blood off the tablet screen. However, the blood from her nose kept flowing…

I placed the jacket on the ground where the golden rays of sunlight touched the floor boards and I saw the dried blood start to liquefy before it evaporated into thin air. I adjusted the jacket in the sunlight, careful not to get my skin under it wincing on accidental sun burns which was happening very often because of my haste. Once I had disintegrated all the blood off my jacket, I took of the black jeans I wore and did the same. Most of the blood on the jeans was on the back of it so that was the parts I concentrated on.