Accidentally Touched Dried Blood Novels & Stories

My injury, I was already forgetting about him. Maybe by instinct or complete stupidity, while walking I ended up touching my injured hand several times against my dress, in this way, he had also gotten dirty with blood. A large amount flowed, unlike when I was still inside the party. I stopped walking, already near the main gate, still having my bag on my shoulders, while pressing my hands in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

I am feeling thirsty, swinging my legs off the bed, I slide into my Silk robe and venture barefoot into the kitchen. After I have a glass of water, I move to the sink, wash the glass and put it away. But then I noticed a plate of yesterday's leftover bread next to the kitchen rack. I try to reach for it, But then I accidentally knock it down and it falls onto the floor, shattering violently into pieces. when I bend down to collect all the pieces, my fingers get cut by the sharp edge of the broken _ bleeding. “ouch!” I hiss as the pain shoots up my hand.

Or maybe I’m just scared. Either way, I decide to pick up a long fallen branch to have something to defend myself. But as I pick it up, my fingers come into contact with something cold and wet. I release the branch, startled. I hold up my hand to the light and see the bright red liquid covering my fingertips. Blood. My knees suddenly go weak. I back away from the branch but I end up colliding against a tree. I whimper and stagger away from it, but splinters and shrapnel stick to my robe, because the tree is covered in scratches.

“You’re too careless, you didn’t even clean up Andy’s blood, don’t you think this is too disgusting? I don’t want my woman to have anything related to another man, especially his blood, it looks really disgusting.” Henry said as he quickly wiped away the blood on Myra’s hand with his expensive handkerchief, he quickly wiped away the dried blood on Myra’s hand, but no matter how hard he tried to wipe it off, the blood couldn’t completely disappear, because the blood had dried on Myra’s hand, when the handkerchief rubbed against Myra’s hand, a fishy smell of blood rushed up Henry’s nose, causing him to frown in discomfort.

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.

Half of my body was outside and the other was inside. My face hurts, my head is banging with a heavy headache, my body aches and I feel something dried under my nose. Touching it, it felt sticky and dried and I already knew what it was. Blood. “Ahh” I let out a painful cry when I touched the back of my head. There was some dried blood there too. ‘What happened? Who did this to me?’ I wondered as I started to get up on my feet but that didn’t feel like a good plan, since the pain shot right up to my leg.

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.