Blazing Stitches Novels & Stories

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.

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

Blaze winced slightly as Dexter gently inserted the forceps, but he remained still, trusting his friend's expertise. After a few tense moments, Dexter successfully gripped the bullet with the forceps and carefully pulled it out, the small metallic object gleaming in the light. With the bullet finally out, Dexter cleaned the wound with a disinfectant, ensuring it was free from any debris or infection. Almost immediately, Blaze's remarkable healing abilities kicked in. The torn flesh began to knit itself together, the wound shrinking and closing before their eyes with remarkable speed until only smooth, unblemished skin was left behind.

The sharp sting shoots straight to my cock and I cry out, hips jerking. “F-fuck— Blaze—” “That’s right. Say my name while I hurt you.” He slaps my already burning ass again, then immediately squeezes my balls tight in his other hand, rolling them roughly. The pain is intense, borderline too much, but it makes my cock throb so hard I feel dizzy.

Cindi said, firm, yet her voice was weak. My brows knitted together in pity. Her hair was stringy and clinging to filth. “You need medical attention, too. You can’t help him right now.” “But—” Cindi started to argue, but I cut her off with my next order. “Someone get Cindi out of her and give her some fluids. Immediately.” Cindi was taken away, and I quickly got to work on Blaze. Now that I was up close, I noticed the red lashes on his ribs and deep cuts on his stomach. I wanted to cry. Why was Celeste particularly wicked to Blaze? What did he do to her?

The words hit Jun like physical blows. Jun looked at his own hands. Smooth. Manicured. Unstained. He thought of Min’s hands, scrubbed raw but forever marked. I need you safe. "Done," Felix announced, his voice thick with emotion. He snipped the thread and taped a sterile pad over the stitches. "It’s not my best embroidery work, but it’ll hold. No heavy lifting Beak, and I mean it! No fighting either." Baek rolled his shoulder carefully. "Thank you."

Her hands, typically used for the precise measurement of exotic herbs and oils, proved to be incredibly steady and dexterous. First, she used sterile gauze to pack the wound and stop the heavy bleeding, applying painful pressure. “The bullet grazed you” she confirmed, peering closely at the torn skin and muscle tissue. “It went clean through, but it's deep. It needs stitches to prevent infection.” “And you're going to do the stitches? You?” He quizzed in doubt. “Will you do it instead?” Bluey was outrightly rude. “Thank your stars that I am like this, young lady. You'd have been grazing that mouth of yours on the floor by now.” Khaid threatened.

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.