Accidentally Touched Dried Blood Novels & Stories

His fingers twitched weakly against the floor before slowly dragging toward my shirt, clutching it like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “Hurts…” he whispered, breath uneven. His eyes fluttered again…… “I know.” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm. Panicking wouldn’t help him. “Where? Where are you hurt?” His lips parted, but no clear answer came—just a strained breath that made my stomach twist. Shit. I quickly scanned his body again, this time more carefully. The blood was dried and clung to his skin; there was too much of it. It stained his shirt, dark and spreading, but I couldn’t immediately tell where it was coming from.

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.

I echoed finally finding my voice. I quickly reached over to grasp some Kleenex from a desk nearby and started trying to pat dry his shirt. Then bent and began to pat dry his pants. "This is entirely my fault, I was hurrying and not watching where I was going and.... and... and I'm sure the stain will come out. But if not, I know a wonderful dry cleaner they can get anything out even blood. I know that for a fact... I mean, not that I've done anything bad, just that I trip a lot, and the women who runs it is such a sweetheart and always so helpful so if you'd like me to, I can take this down there in a- "

“This is going to be some story to tell.” After a while feeling rested I went to reach to pick her up but stopped. I have dried Lykoi blood all over me and she’s drenched in her own dried blood. I should clean us both up at the stream. Picking her back up I begin walking towards the stream keeping my guard up as I go.

I knelt down slowly and placed the flowers at her headstone. A tight weight sat on my chest, pressing down. I didn’t know where it came from, but it didn’t belong. As I stood, a sudden pressure built behind my eyes. “Ugh,” I groaned quietly, touching my temple. The world tilted slightly. My ears rang with a loud, sharp buzz. Then,drip. Something warm landed on my palm. I looked down. Blood. Lifting my hand to my nose, I confirmed it,thick red streak across my fingers.

I tried to reach for my phone, but I realized it was under him. As I leaned over to grab it, his hand shot out, pulling me down beside him. “Don’t call a doctor. Don’t tell anyone where I am,” he said. My hand accidentally rested on his abdomen—blood was still seeping out. In just a few minutes, there was already quite a bit of blood soaking through my bed. There were smears on the floor from the doorway to the bed too. A wave of dizziness hit me, and I shook my head, trying not to throw up.

“Since you got here, everyone had to be careful but I really don’t see why we have to be all sensitive about it.” I stayed in the ground as I felt my hand burning after landing on it and I didn't dare move as they walked around me. I can hear them getting in their car and I waited until they drove off before I picked myself up. I saw that I scrapped my hand and tried not to touch it as I slowly started walking. I couldn’t tell which part was more annoying: that Elliot might have confronted David when I told him not to or David possibly putting me as his next victim to psychically hurt. I took my time walking home as I tried to ignore the bruise on my hand and when I finally got home I walked

What if he was right and what if I had made mistakes? With my eyes still fixed on him I inhaled and exhaled. I got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. I took off the dress I had on and washed my body. I had traces of blood on my body. I was confused! Why am I stained with blood? What happened?. I scrubbed my body trying to get rid of the blood on my body. My skin began to burn from too much scrubbing. But I wasn’t stopping at that, I scrubbed my right leg harshly and then my left leg.