Accidentally Touched Dried Blood Novels & Stories

I complained. His frown deepened as his gaze drifted past me. I followed his eyes and saw blood smeared across the white sheets. My gaze settled lower on my thighs. His cum mixed with blood was smeared there too. I bit my lip, my gaze refusing to meet his. The sudden realization of the blood made my lower stomach knot painfully. “Uhumm.” He scratched the back of his head, his gaze flickering between the blood and my face. “Shit. Should I call the doctor or— Baby… I’m so sorry, but is this normal?”

I stopped and touched my nose because I felt something wet dripping from it. Red... Undoubtedly It's blood. Just great. I wiped it out using my sleeves and so it got stained. Oh well, I'll just wash it later after I go home. "Don't worry about me. It will dry out after a sec." I said nonchalantly but my voice is still hoarse. And continue wiping it but it's not stopping at all. It's dripping continually. Now my sleeves have many red stains on them. "NO. You're not fine! Damn It! Rhyme go call for the doctor right away! Hurry!" Brylle exclaimed angrily while Rhyme quickly did as he's told running away in some direction.

There’s nothing behind it. Sighing with relief, I walk to the next one and do the same thing, getting the same results. Feeling emboldened, I cross the next one. This time there is something. There’s a rumpled hospital bed with stained sheets thrown haphazardly across the surface. This area is more shadowed than the others, which makes me nervous. I tiptoe further into the room and touch the sheets. There’s dried blood on the sheets.

So I make a U-turn. But it’s not until I’m on the step landing that I notice the red stain on my hand. Blood. What the hell? What did I touch? My first instinct is to run to the big mirror in the center of the hallway, and after meticulously checking the lower part of my robe for blood, and I don’t see any, I recount my steps back to my room, worried that something isn’t right. That’s when I see the already dried blood coating my door handle. With the sight comes realization.

He waved and circled his hand. By mistake, it hit across my cheeks and made a scar, a little tear. I rubbed it, looking at the fresh blood oozing out. I froze. Blood dripped slowly down my fingers and onto the floor. For a second neither Dravon nor I moved. Dravon’s grip on the dagger loosened immediately. "Seraphine—” I stared at my hand. It was red. Warm. Fresh blood. Then I touched my cheek without thinking smearing the blood across my skin.

The decision settled in my chest like a stone heavy but certain. A deep breath filled my lungs as I readied myself to exit the shower. During my movement my fingers unexpectedly made contact with the area between my legs— I found myself suddenly immobilized without warning. An entity of thermal comfort. My pulse spiked. My stomach twisted violently as I pulled my hand back staring down at my fingers. Blood. My fingertips displayed a thin red streak that stood out dramatically against my pale skin. My gaze remained fixed while my cognitive functions failed to interpret the visual input before me. The substance before him appeared minimal yet it unmistakably constituted blood.

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

“Breathe. It’ll ease up.” I winced, but leaned into it, his touch calming even if it hurt. “Ow, careful….fuck, that spot.” “Sorry,” he muttered, eyes on my hand, but then his knee bumped the bed edge, shifting the sheet, and his fingers grazed the wet spot blood on his hand now. He jerked back, staring at it wide-eyed, then screamed like a little kid, high and freaked. “What the….blood! Solange, you’re bleeding!”

God, help me! This time without closing her eyes she pricked her finger and immediately she could see her blood. Happily, she picked her pipette to collect the blood. It took her a minute to realize that she had not done a bold prick and the blood was coming from three different spots on the same part of the finger. Instead of blood coming because of one bold prick like Nazia, Ria was getting blood because of three different pricks she had done.

My elbow accidentally brushed against the porcelain vase sitting on the hallway table. I tried to catch it, but it was too late. [Crash] It crashed to the floor creating a loud noise. “Oh no…” I immediately crouched down, trying to gather the broken pieces. But I was too careless that a sharp sting shot through my finger as a piece pricked me. A thin line of crimson blood quickly appeared across my palm before blood slowly trickled down my hand. At that exact moment. The study door swung open. My entire body stiffened.