Accidentally Touched Dried Blood Novels & Stories

She watched carefully as Daisy leaned closer to him and placed her hand very gently against his forehead, obviously trying to feel how hot his skin was and see if he was running a fever. Then Daisy did something that made Liora's stomach turn a little bit. She used just one finger to touch some of the strange, dark blood that was still spilling from Myrrak's mouth. She held one of her fingers up and looked at the blood closely, like she was trying to figure out exactly what it was or where it might have come from.

But this one had slipped away without a word. He felt amused. Then his gaze caught something on the sheet. A faint stain near where she’d lain. Red. Ethan’s amusement evaporated. He stepped closer, staring down at it, his chest tightening as realization dawned. He let out a long, shaky breath. “I’ll be damned,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. Her first time… and he— Before he could finish the thought, a voice rang in his head through the pack link. ‘Alpha, are you busy?’ Liam’s mocking drawl oozed through the connection.

My fingertips come away warm. Not just warm but sticky also. I stare at them, and my lips go dry. Red. My breath catches. “Blood…” I jump out of the bed immediately. The sheets aren’t stained with a few drops. An entire section is soaked crimson. Alarmed, I grab my phone immediately, dialing Marina's number. She picks up and I tell her about the blood. We decide to meet in the hospital, so I call Ky and let him know to get the car ready.

“You know what to do?” She was about to pinch the bridge of her nose before realizing her hands now had blood on them. With a huff, she wiped her fingers on her blouse. The stain wasn’t noticeable with all of the dried blood she had caked onto her. What I hadn’t expected, even more than seeing my mother covered in blood was the worry I felt when I realized it was hers.

What if something had gone terribly wrong? What if he was— She shook her head sharply, cutting the thought off before it could spiral any further. Moving closer, she slipped her hand beneath his head, trying to lift it onto her lap—but the moment her fingers brushed against something wet, she froze. Slowly, she pulled her hand back and her stomach churned violently. Blood. Her fingers were coated in it. Her lips parted, and she was sure a sound left her mouth, but she didn’t even recognize it. No… no, no, no…

My throat was suddenly as dry as the desert and my eyes couldn't stop staring at the dent his dick was making on his pants. Taking a step back, I end up knocking the tray of cleaning equipment to the floor. It fell with a loud clunk. I get down to my knees as fast as I could and pick them up frantically with shaky hands. After having everything, I dash out of there and down the hallway to the nearest bathroom. Discarding the used gauze and cotton, taking off the white plastic gloves, I threw them into the bin. I had been noticing his hard ons at lot lately as I have to check up on his wound twice in a day. Fuck, but actually touching it, feeling it in my hand.......Christ. His definitely not

My anger was ignited. I desperately pushed him away. "Go away. I don't want you. I only want my children!" "Don't move around. Be careful of the backflow of the IV drip," Derek reminded. I lowered my head and glanced at the end of the intravenous tube on the back of my hand, which was unexpectedly stained with blood. There was already a backflow. I tore off the tape, pulled out the syringe, and splattered a large amount of blood. The white bedsheet suddenly had a few touches of red, which was rather eye-catching.

The previous ones were not my illusions. I pursed my lips and ignored her. Katherine uttered a snorting laugh. Then she raised her chin arrogantly and said, "Cindy, let's go!" After everyone left, I slowly extended my right hand, which had been held behind me all along, and a long bloodstain appeared in the palm of my hand. The wound continued to bleed profusely. Just now, I accidentally pressed my right hand onto the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground.

My fingers tremble, but I walk back and kneel beside him. I touch his skin lightly. He stirs but does not wake. His breathing remains steady. I gently dab at the dried blood, tracing the faint cuts along his ribs. Not too deep, but enough to leave bruises. I wonder how many times he has walked away from worse with no one waiting to tend to him. No one waiting to say, You are safe now.

"I mistakenly punched the ground when dealing with him, I didn't even know he had turned his face around." "Oh, so sorry about that tho." I cleaned it up, and proceeded to wash the blood on my hands away, before going to cover the wound up. After washing my hands thorougly, i took a cup to drink water from the tap, while i was at it, i heard a loud "fuck" that startled me, making me pour the water on my chest. "What's wrong? " I asked, as panic was laced in my voice. "Nothing, just that I accidentally touched the open wound." He replied, looking at his hands.