Ace Bandages Binding Novels & Stories

The gentle rustle of the clean linen filled the space between us as I started wrapping his fingers. I wound the white fabric carefully over the burns to protect the sensitive flesh from the rain. My hands shook violently from the leftover adrenaline but I forced myself to tie the knots securely. The white fabric soaked up the cold rainwater almost instantly. I made sure to wrap the linen loose enough to prevent painful swelling but tight enough to stay secure. He had massive hands designed to wield broadswords and crush the throats of his enemies. Holding them gently in my lap felt like trying to bandage a wounded predator that could snap my neck at any second.

“And I said I had never been more certain in the face of anything.” “You didn’t ask me to marry you,” I said. “No,” he admitted. “You said it binds us.” “Yes.” I traced the band with my thumb. The ring was heavier than it looked. Not physically. Symbolically. “That scared me.” “It was supposed to,” he said. “Not because of me. Because of what comes with me.”

“I understand.” Grabbing the edge of the gown, he pulled it over my head as gently as he could. My arms covered my chest as he actively avoided looking at my breast. Putting the bra over my head, he helped me put my wrapped hand through the band and pulled it down in the back as I pulled it down in the front. It was easy enough to tuck my breast in position. The edge of it was at the top of the stitches, making it hurt some. “Can you pull that up?” Maddox turned me so he could sit down as he bandages me.

"Then get on the bed. On your back. Arms above your head." I climb onto the bed and position myself as instructed, my heart hammering. Cade moves to his closet and returns with lengths of soft rope that look well-used. "I'm going to bind you now," he says, his voice calm and authoritative. "Your wrists to the headboard. Your ankles to the footboard. You'll be spread open and completely at my mercy. Color?" "Green," I whisper. He works efficiently, binding my wrists with practiced knots that don't hurt but don't budge when I test them. The rope is soft against my skin, and there's something deeply comforting about the restriction even as my vulnerability makes my pulse race.

I turned to Ace. "The large one was taking too long." "That is not medically sound." "The wrist is immobilized. The size of the bandage does not affect the immobilization." "The size of the bandage affects the structural support." "Ivan's wrist is fractured in one place. Not multiple. The smaller bandage is sufficient." "You are not a doctor." "Neither are you." "I have more medical knowledge than you did eight months ago." "Eight months ago I had no medical knowledge. That is a low bar."

He ordered again. Anna flipped open the bandages, the wound was almost completely healed, but scabs still covered the wound. She applied the ointment carefully, held the roll of bandages, and wound it around her arm a few times. Unfortunately, she didn’t know how to tie a bandage properly. “It’s almost healed, I just need a band-aid, I can forgo the bandages.” “No!” He shouted. “Ugh, okay, okay,” she continued tying the bandages clumsily, in the end, her arm looked like the fat, white, baby in the Michelin tire advertisements.

What does it matter if we are late? I let her shaking hands go and turn slightly. I hiss as she drapes the cloth doused in herbs on my back; she leaves them there before unrolling the bandage. I hold onto the material tips covering my shoulders while she wraps the bandages around my torso. The dressing is not long enough to do the top half of my back, but the cloth sticks anyway to the drying blood, keeping it covered as my blood seeped into it and held it in place. She ties it off when she is done to hold it in place, and I let my arms fall. My b*****s shoved up my chest from the bandages lifting my bra higher.

Naomi's POV I gasped, a scream leaving my lips, my eyes snapping open. I tried to jerk upwards, but I was pulled back violently to the bed, my arms and legs aching. I breathed heavily, opening my eyes slowly. I was met the the cold feeling of chains wrapped around my wrists and ankles. Then a white bandage around my fingers and knuckles.

Dried blood has made the bandage get stuck in the wound and when she finally manage to get it off it starts to bleed more. "you have to get this stitched! The gap is too big and I'm afraid you have a bit of a branch still in the wound, making it bleed more!" she says and gets some bandage and puts some pressure on the gap before she starts to wrap a bandage around my thigh. She uses two of them before she is done.

Alston’s life depends on this. Finally, the last stitch is in place. I tie off the thread and cut the excess, leaning back to survey my work. The wounds are no longer gaping, but they still look angry and red. I grab the bandages, wrapping them around his torso to protect the stitches and keep the wounds clean.