Blazing Stitches Novels & Stories

“The bullet… it was from a military tranq mixed with something else. That is why it is not closing.” Damon exchanged glances with Linda. “Bullets?” They worked for what felt like hours. Damon tried different pressure points as Linda brought more towels, and the floor around the bed became stained with red. Finally, he managed to slow the worst of the bleeding. “Okay. I think I can stitch now. But this is going to hurt like hell and I have nothing strong for the pain.” “Do it,” I said again. He stitched the wound with calm hands while Linda held the skin together. I clenched my jaw so hard I thought my teeth would break.

Bleeding too much because panic had ripped the clot. “Hey,” Selena said, voice low, steady. “We’re going to put you back together. Can you breathe for me?” He nodded, teeth gritted. She cleaned. She numbed. She stitched. She talked to the girlfriend about pressure and salt and how sugar burns when you think it won’t. The girl laughed through tears at that and then cried anyway. Ten stitches later, it looked like a neat zipper. “Don’t lift,” Selena said. “Don’t run. Don’t be a hero.”

"You're bleeding! I need to call-..." "No need," Blaze shakes his head at me, smiling despite his severe wounds. His voice is so weak. "I will heal from these wounds if I'm close to my mate," He coughs then, "I didn't know she was a slayer though," His words got me staring at him, and then I catch his head in my arms when he blacks out.

Well that was embarrassing he noticed her uncomfortable blush. “Sorry, you aren’t really wearing much. Plus you keep staring at me as I work.” She stretched the liquid bandage over his thigh. It immediately adhered and she could see that his healing was starting again. That was good. The bandage would stay in place and dissolve around the wound as it healed. It would act like a second skin.

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

Before I could ask, she explained softly, "Mr. Lutz left ten minutes ago for a meeting. Give me a minute. I'll call his assistant." I wanted to say it was fine, but she bolted, leaving me alone in the room. As I struggled to sit up, I noticed my arms and right calf were bandaged. Lying still, I hadn't felt much, but moving around brought a searing, bone-deep ache. "Ow!" I grunted. The door opened behind me, and I thought it was the nurse. "You don't need to call them." I turned and saw Colin, his face marked with handprints.

She jumped back and I heard Clarice exclaim in pride before moving on to the next pair. Leah was limping, still recovering from the blow I'd laid on her weaker leg, slowing down her attempts to dodge my blows. I took advantage of this and started coming at her stronger and faster, laying low blows into her side, staying close to the ground. Leah's fists connected with my back and ribs as I wrapped my arms around her torso, ready to take her down. She planted her feet as I pushed, giving way with just enough time to send me barrelling head first into the mat, my eyes lifting to meet an amused Beta Gideon standing there, watching the whole scene.

All I could see was red, everything else was just a blur. I didn’t know if there were any fragments left, but from what I could tell, it seemed like I got it all. Finally, I grabbed the suture needle and the clear fishing line. It took all my willpower to start stitching his wound. I tried my best to keep my hands from shaking—after all, I was piercing a needle through human skin, not fabric. I had no idea what kept me going to finish the job. The stitches were messy, but at least they were done.

I so desperately wanted to punch the smirk off Blake's face, but because he was holding a needle so close to my flesh I stopped myself. "Just do it," I muttered and Blake pushed the needle through my skin. I hissed and gritted my teeth as Blake worked. Eli tightened his grip on my leg and forced it still. Blake had lots of experience stitching wounds, but he'd never had to deal with being in a bumpy van before. "Watch it!" I groaned when the van jolted and the needle tugged painfully on my skin.

“All right Mr. Jamison. You’re looking really nervous right now. Have you ever had stitches before?” “No sir” “We figured as much. That’s why they called me. So, this is what happens. Angela’s going to rinse it out with a combination of lidocaine, steroids, antibiotics and saline. After that will be the shots. There’s a lot of them because you need multiple layers of stitches. While she’s doing the shots, since this is your first time, Patrick is going to hold your head still while I hold your hands. They do burn and I don’t expect you to hold it in but you can’t fight either. You can kick your feet as long as you’re not pushing your body off the table. Squeezing my hands helps quite a bit a