Novel & Cerita Blazing Stitches

Nothing that a few stitches wouldn’t fix, I told myself, desperately clinging to that thought. With determination coursing through my veins, I held my breath and set to work, tying and stitching his skin back together with shaky but resolute hands. Each pull of the thread felt like an act of defiance against fate, a testament to my refusal to let him slip away. I wrapped the gauze tightly around his abdomen, each layer binding us closer together in this fight for survival. I would not let fear claim him. I would not let him go without a battle.

I spark my lighter, burning the tip of the curve blade as I lift my gaze up to meet with Lucas. “Mmmhhhh,” He was screaming words through his gagged mouth but it was coming out muffled, like a distorted hum. He thrashed on his chair desperately, trying to break free, his eyes pleading. “Don’t look at me like that,” I press the tip of the blade carefully against the first stitch, since the thread is two layers, I apply more effort to cut down to the ninth stitch. Lucas wouldn’t stop his restless movement, he shifted his weight violently on the chair, causing it to scrape loudly and annoyingly against the floor.

Niko There is no painkiller available, so I brace myself as Sven takes on the critical task of patching up the jagged hole left by the bullet. With a steady hand and an unwavering focus, he threads a needle, meticulously preparing to stitch the two sides of skin that have been forcibly separated. Every prick of the needle feels like a sharp jolt, each tug a reminder of the shot endured. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to maintain composure as I watch the world around me blurring in and out of focus through bleary eyes. Bianca's earlier theft of the medical gear now weighs heavily on my mind, amplifying my discomfort as Sven deftly works, weaving the sutures with expertise honed through exper

“The first stitch you’ll learn is the whip stitch. It’s the fastest and easiest of all. You can use it to join torn fabric and seal a hole.” Following Annabel’s example, Zen lined the two separate cloths and inserted his needle on the underside of the fabric. Then, he pulled the needle through and repeated the motion. The pattern was simple and repetitive, but Zen’s clumsiness made his stitching uneven. Compared to Annabel’s perfectly spaced stitches on the invisible line, Zen’s stitches were wonky and unstable. Part of his cloth crumpled at a particularly terrible tug that Zen overlooked until it was too late. The end product looked like something a child made.

Blaze kept struggling to remove the ropes but as she tried she bruised herself causing blood to trail from her wrists to the cold floor. "Stop! Stop it, Blaze!" Stacy cried out, seeing how much she had hurt herself in the little time passed. Blaze looked at her with a smile. "What's the point? I'm still going to die anyways but before that, let's get out of here." She winked and kept pushing the ropes. ****************

"Hold still, little bird." The metal shears are cold against my skin. I press my back into the corner, the concrete biting into my spine. I can't breathe. I can't blink. I can only stare at the rusted blades hovering inches from my chest. The man—Stitch—smiles beneath his leather mask. His eyes are dead things, devoid of light. He closes the blades. SNIP. The fabric of my shirt tears. A long, vertical slit right down the center.

He sped off the road as if someone is racing after him. I lifted up my suit a bit to check my wound that is thickly covered with dressed bandages. So far, I don’t have to worry about it showing through my suit. Blood won’t stain my suit easily with this thick bandages wrapped around it. Besides, my wound is already sealed closed. Pericles seared it up with a stainless metal heated by his fancy cigarette lighter. Performing stitches on my wound would require more time and effort, and I don’t want to go through all that especially if I wasn’t under any anesthesia.

It stings like a bitch! ************

His body locked her to the bed. She hissed when her hair got stuck beneath them and the pull hurt her scalp. Damon noticed it and lifted her up towards him a little while sprawling her hair on the bed, rescuing them from the abuse. Mira scratched on his chest furiously, he easily grabbed her wrists in one hand and released the knots of her blouse. She bit on his shoulder but he didn't stop and unhooked her blouse completely. When he was done, he grabbed her hair in fist and pulled her mouth from his shoulder with groan.

Basil I'm supposed to be getting my stitches out today but I'm not going all the way to the hospital just to have a nurse take them out when I can do it myself. I actually called Andre because no matter how many times I've tried to take these stubborn shits out they won't come out. I'm relieved that Layla's not home, she wouldn't approve of what I'm doing. She's out with Thalia and mamá shopping for the babies. "Oww." I winced, Andre pulls on a stitch too hard.