Novel & Cerita Blazing Stitches

“If you wanted to get my clothes off all you had to do was ask.” Eliza scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Shut up. Now sit still so I can finish. She used the remainder of the can’s liquid on his cuts, doing her best to protect against infection, then took out the needle that would be used to stitch up the gashes and a type of thread that would dissolve away after a couple of weeks. That was more than enough time for the skin to close up. She ran the needle over the flame of a lighter to ensure that it was sterile, then allowed it to cool in a cup of alcohol. She met his watching blue-gray eyes. “You ready?”

Ava looks at me and says, "Sorry, but this might hurt a little." I lock and keep my eyes locked with Zachariah's intense grey ones as I again take a deep sharp intake of breath as she smears some cold cream into the gashes and then a few pinches as she puts in a few stitches in each gash once she is done she smears some more of the cold cream over them and then tapes a bandage over my hip covering them completely. Once she is done, she smiles and says,

Danica said her voice was mellow and calm. He wasn't ready. He looked over the wound once more before deciding he was going to put one stitch in the widest most middle part of the wound first to help keep a center and hold the skin together as he worked. He pinched the side of her skin with the forceps and pushed the need through the skin. The needle piercing her skin and the thickness push back of it on the needle made him cringe. He glanced up to study her face but there was nothing. It was like Danica had shut everything out and she wasn't there right now. He brought the needle and suture across the wound and pierced the skin on the opposite side. He pulled the suture through and grasped

I barked, shoving him out of the way. Without hesitation, I plunged my gloved hand into the pool of blood. I didn't need to see anything. I just needed to feel it. The countless sleepless nights I had mastering the human body finally paid off. I moved my fingers about, searching for the torn area. The faint pulsing of a busted vessel. There. I pinched it with my fingers and turned to the rest of the team. “Prolene suture. Now.” I demanded. “But Doctor… you're basically blind. It's a risk–”

Blaze placed a hand on his side in an attempt to prevent himself from bleeding out. Blaze switched from hurt to pissed in mere seconds. He reached up attempting to pull the gun away from her. They wrestled with the gun as another shot rang out. This time killing Blaze instantly. My eyes went wide in amazement. I stood there watching on stunned as Scarlett stood over Blaze's cold body. My eyes shifted from Blaze to Scarlett.

I’d never fired a gun in my life so I didn’t know much about those types of weapons But even so, I knew enough to know that THAT bullet was no ordinary bullet. Hazel had a towel pressed over Liam's wound. “I need you to hold the wound together while I stitch it,” Doctor Darren told her. Hazel nodded and with both hands, she pulled his cut skin together until both sides were touching. The doctor was fast. He quickly pulled the medial thread through the wound, pulling tightly with each stitch. In less than five minutes, a tidy series of stitches held Liam’s stomach together. The doctor then pulled out a small pill and slipped it into Liam’s mouth.

“I HEARD THAT!” Caleb barked a startled laugh and instantly hissed in pain. “Ow—damn it.” I turned to him. “You okay?” “Just pride injuries,” he said lightly. “And maybe a cracked rib.” Blaze had a tear in his side and blood speckled his jaw. “You’re bleeding,” I told him. He shrugged. “It’s shallow.” Sheila stared at him and then burst into fresh tears. “My dress is ruined.” The desert wind finally blew.

That ugly, familiar sting that makes me wanna punch something—or someone. I don’t even wait. I move. I storm toward him like I’ve got fire in my damn blood. Felix and Max are still standing right there, but I don’t give a shit. Blaze’s eyes lock with mine and go wide. “Carlo?” he says, like he didn’t just say some shit that cracked my ribs open.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Then there was something that looked like a small sewing kit. I frowned. "What is that?" She put everything on the table. "These are called emergency stitches." "These emergency stitches are unnecessary." "Lift your shirt." "Nah." She stared at me. "Kade." "Nah," I repeated. She leaned close to me. "You had a fight with twelve hunters and stole a forklift. Then you started a fire on a facility, got shot two times, and here you are arguing about bandages." "Yes." "Lift. The. Shirt."