Bleach On A Bee Sting Novels & Stories

Cordelia listened carefully and jotted hydrogen peroxide on the paper. Rowan continued. “Uh… Cordelia, hydrogen peroxide is an anti-inflammatory disinfectant. It’s very useful for washing wounds! Give him 100% in concentration, okay? Disinfect him nicely so that he heals faster when his wound’s taken care of! 100% concentration, remember— Ow!” Before he finished, Xyla knocked his head. Zephyr pushed closer to look at the screen. Rowan hugged his head with puffed cheeks as he looked at Xyla and told her softly, “We’re on a video call… It’s a video call! Cordelia’s watching!”

His startled scream follows me to the table where I wipe the excess blood from my hands. There's a bottle of water and a decanter filled with scotch with glasses beside it. I fill up a glass with scotch and take a few sips before placing it back on the table. Stooping to get the bleach from the ground, I turn back to Kostas who is finally silent and trying to breathe through the waves of pain. Kneeling to my art on his leg, I open the bottle, the smell sharp enough to sting even through the air. I tilt the bottle watching the clear liquid as it trickles before becoming a steady stream moving through his wounds. Kostas jerks as the bleach eats into the cut tissue letting out gasps of pain.

He’s barely conscious now, hovering right on the edge of the abyss, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pain completely overrides his brain's ability to process reality. I step back from the table, setting the bloody scalpel down next to the hammer. Reaching for the bottom shelf of the cart, I retrieve a heavy plastic jug of industrial bleach. Twisting the cap off, the sharp, noxious chemical fumes instantly cut through the scent of copper and sweat in the room. "Wake up," I snap, slapping Stefano sharply across the face with my bloody glove. He gasps, his eyes fluttering open, hazy and completely unfocused.

Then sat down beside Stev, who was pouring alcohol on a pure white cotton ball. Stev then raised Bella's leg over him thigh, then gently pressed the cotton against Bella's wound. "Stop it. That hurts a lot." Bella whined. The girl could not help but feel that cottony sensation which was actually meager. But it really hurts! "Shut up this will make the germs that stick to your wound disappear," said the man flatly. Not caring about Bella, who was grimacing in pain. It was after a few minutes that Stev took off the cotton and dumped it in the trash can next to him. Then he went back to pouring something on the cotton, but not alcohol. It's red medicine.

I say as I punch the wall in frustration. I have to think of something. “Bleach.” I say to myself with a smile. I could use bleach since I don’t have the drug I wanted to use. Injecting someone with it or drinking it could lead to death. This is the only choice I have. I exit the room and I look around for a maintenance closet, somewhere where things like bleach are kept. I walk down the stairs and I can hear Robert’s footsteps as he continues his search. The silence in the house is deafening. Everybody has gone, even the rest of the guards.

She kept on searching until she finally found the one she was looking for. She ran back to the hallway holding the glass of peracetic acid in her hand but this time the student cleared the way for her. She knelt down in front of the boy and carefully poured it on the knife before she finally cut through his skin at the skin at the exact spot he was stung. I don't know what she gave him but he started vomiting all of a sudden he stopped breathing "Mia what did you feed him?" I could hear one of the students accuse Mia as he had stopped breathing.

Her tiny black-coated schipperke dances around her feet in excitement, thinking that he is getting a treat. "Go lay down, Spook." The dog moves over to the couch and lays down on the floor. Bella pulls out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, antiseptic ointment, gauze, and tape from the kit. Bella cleans the wound thoroughly and looks at him. “It could probably do with a stitch or two, but it isn't necessary. I can clean it well, glue it and wrap it.” Bella tells him and he nods. “I trust you, baby girl.”

Inside the glass jar, a small yellow black bug with purple strips, a bee with a sharp pointed stinger is peacefully gnawing on a strange black flower with petals that looks like a broken skull. Venom opened the lid quickly, and the originally peaceful purple stripe bee started to rouse, speedily flapping its small wings and flying outside the glass jar. It flew into a circle before landing on Venom’s palm. Whispered words fell down and the purple stripe bee suddenly flew up and zoomed, chasing Asha’s direction on the flowing river.

“He told me what I need to do to try to heal you but it’s gonna hurt like a bitch.” “Just do it.” I reached up to stroke his jaw, relishing the way his stubble tickled my hand. “You can make me feel all better when I’m well. We both know how good you are at it.” He actually cracked a smirk at that, sweet victory swelling in my chest. “I’ll be right back.” He kissed my forehead then left the room. “What the fuck is that smell?” I asked when he returned, trying not to gag. “Garlic extract. The rag is soaked in it. We need to keep it on the bite until the punctures close and the burning subsides. Christian said it’ll probably get worse before it gets better.”

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