Bleach On A Bee Sting Novels & Stories

I have no idea what it was or how it came to be, we didn't normally get allergies given how our immune systems were stronger than those of humans. But one time Cian was stung by a bee. And he was in bed for two days because of it. His throat and airways were swollen. Even after he recovered, it took a while for him to be back to normal. And that was one bee. Obtaining crushed up whole bees was easier than I thought. Mixing it with the wolfsbane powder was even easier.

She shouts at me. “Already?” Maddy asks, looking between she and I. “Does she?” Grimm asks me and I look at Lona. “Get her on the bed. I am going to have to check her. Maddy, you go downstairs with the kids. Send up Aria. I am going to need the hands.” I give him a list of things that I need her to bring me, including towels, boiling water, scissors and hydrogen peroxide. “Tell her to bleach everything quickly to steralize it.”

Blood smears across the carpet, dark streaks that'll never come out. Good thing this place sees worse things than murder. The bathtub is barely big enough, but I manage to fold him inside. His head lolls at an unnatural angle. I turn away, focusing on the next step. Bleach. Lots of it. The motel's supply closet is a joke—just cleaning rags and half-empty bottles. But there's enough bleach to burn away DNA. I pour it over everything: the carpet, the walls, the doorknobs. The chemical smell makes my eyes water.

“I am so sorry, Henry. Extremely sorry!” Realizing that the napkins were not that helpful she picked up a nearby mineral water bottle and poured it on the shirt. She did hear the gasps behind her but who gives a damn! She was animatedly dabbing on the stain but the stain was still there getting worse. “Don’t tell me you are planning to pour a laundry bleach this time on dead meat like me. Are you?” The deep and heavy male voice asked her lashes as her face was tilted down. Very slowly she raised her eyes and saw herself staring into his ocean blue eyes with those familiar longest lashes.

I begged and pulled the coffee table to closer so I can sit in front of him. "Sorry Blaire-Bear" he said under his breath, hopefully thinking I didn't hear him but my heart tugged at my old nickname. But I had to focus. I slipped my hands into gloves and grabbed a large towel to help clean the wound. I poured peroxide and alcohol to disinfect and began to get the needle and thread to begin stitching when I felt a cold hand on my knee.

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.

And she obviously made no comment on how her husband was fucking another woman right under this roof which she acted oblivious to it. This family was beyond messed up. "Now watch carefully," Aurelia continued, uncorking the bottle. A sharp, medicinal smell filled the air. "This needs to be applied to the deepest wounds first. It will slow the bleeding and prevent infection, but it has to be done correctly." She demonstrated, pouring a small amount of the liquid onto a clean cloth and pressing it to one of the worst gashes on Elijah's back. Almost immediately, the bleeding slowed, the wound edges seeming to seal slightly.

She nodded her head instead of speaking. I held in my anger at whomever did this and just set to taking care of it. First, I had to ensure there was no silver left in the wound, so I cleaned it out with alcohol and a neutralizer meant for silver injuries among our kind. Unfortunately, I did not have the spray, so I had to wipe out the inside of the wound with it.

The coppery smell of blood floods my senses the moment we walk in. Liam freezes behind me as our presence goes completely ignored by Dr. Sari and Billy. Billy works diligently with a small squeeze bottle spraying the back of Beatrice’s head, soaking the once clumpy red hairs in a sudsy liquid solution. The solution the sprays on clear drips down from the side of the table in little pink splatters of water onto the musty white carpet, rendering the area around Billy’s feet completely pink and wet.

Abhay quickly took her to the bathroom and cleaned both her hands with Dettol, washed them with water and wiped her hands with a towel and brought her back to the room. Then he made her sit on the bed and took out the first aid box from the drawer of the side table and started applying Betadine on her wounds. "Is it not hurting?" he asked while applying ointment on Krishika's wound. "No" came Krishika's reply in a heavy voice. "Bella's nail marks will also disappear in a few days" Abhay said this to her while looking into her eyes but this time too Krishika did not respond to his words. She was just lost in his eyes.