Blazing Stitches Novels & Stories

“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–”

“I know everything about it.” “Mr. Shepherd,” Honor slurred. The painkiller was taking hold, her eyes going soft and distant. “Right here. Hold on for me.” He began the stitches. Honor moaned and tried to move away from the needle and Caty put her hands on her shoulders and held her with a firmness that had nothing to do with her size, and Gabriel worked as carefully as he could, keeping the stitches tight and small, trying to minimize what he knew would be yet another scar on a body that already had too many.

It hurts. "It's done now. You can open your eyes, ma'am." She announced and I fluttered my eyes opened immediately. I couldn't see clearly as tears had already clouded my vision. I wiped it away with my other palm. Removing the tissue in my mouth, I sighed in relief. It doesn't hurt that bad anymore. Christabel took care of it and she plastered it.

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."

Blaze voice was low as he spoke and that was when I realized that he was speaking to Justin and not me. “Yeah, it is.” Justin responded after a fleeting moment and Blaze’s hold on my chin tightened a little, making another whimper slipped past my lips. “Fuck, she’s so hot.” Blaze’s voice was ragged as he spoke and I gulped, feeling goosebumps scatter over my bare arms. “She really is. I call her ‘stunning’ for a reason.” Justin responded without missing a beat and my insides fluttered.

It would help stave off infection as well. "This is going to be the worst part," she warned and pulled a large needle from her kit. The dragon's eyes flared but it held still. Its eyes were squeezed shut as she pushed the needle through its tough hide. The large body trembled and then went incredibly still. Saffron quickly stitched the gash closed. The dragon's breathing was still frantic.

My gut was telling me now was not the time to ask questions, so I listened to it. The cut was deep, so I applied some antibiotic cream and then a patented liquid adhesive meant for shifters to hold the sides together. It was formulated by Doc to replace stitches entirely for our patrol units. I doubted Emma would want to go for stitches if she was this hesitant to even let me help out.