Bleach On Hands Burning Novels & Stories

“Clean it again.” My mouth opened slightly, words bubbling at the edge of my throat, but I bit them back. I knelt with the mop, dragging it carefully over the tea-stained spot, my fingers close to the heat. Then—another splash. This time not on the floor. A searing burn screamed across my skin. I cried out—an involuntary, sharp gasp of pain as the hot liquid struck the back of my right hand. The mop fell from her grip. I jerked back, cradling her hand. The skin pulsed red and raw.

This is the first time I have ever seen her like this, and she wasn't sick all these days. Not knowing what to do, I decided to pull her up from the bed and carry her to the bathroom, thinking maybe taking a cold shower would help her. But as soon as my fingers made contact with the back of her neck, searing pain shot through my palm like I'd grabbed a hot coal. "Ah!" I jerked my hand back, staring at my fingers in shock, my skin already turning red, the skin blistering as if I had been burned. The pain was so intense that tears sprang to my eyes.

He hissed softly and his face twisted in pain “I don’t understand” I pulled my hand off his chest looking at my palm not understanding “Look” Theo’s face was no longer pained but now just as confused as my own When I looked down at his chest I clearly seen a burn mark in the shape of my hand on the spot I touched but I didn’t understand how that was possible “How in the-“ “I have no idea Doll, I should healing by now and it’s not” “I hurt you?!” I gasped “Seems like it” His bright cerulean blue’s where locked onto my face as he searched it for anything to help figure out what just happened

I turned the faucet on and let the tub fill with cold water. I dipped myself under the embrace of the cold water to calm down the iching that was on my skin. There were several red patches over the skin and the burning didn't stop at all. The cold water does ease the burning but not for too long. After spending a good time in the water, I stepped out and inspected the patches on my chest, some of them were blistering as if I was set on fire.

I gag the whole time I scrub it. Feeling sweaty and gross after hours of cleaning, I am beyond ready for a shower. I love hot showers. I throw away my gloves and strip off my grimy clothes. Steam begins filling the bathroom, and I step in, ready for the hot water to relieve my aching muscles. "It smells weird,"Jade says. "What?" I ask as I move into the water. "What the fuck?" I scream as the water burns my skin. I jump out of the shower and my third degree burn heals.

Nico said in a confused voice. “I can't!!” I yelled. My fingers dug into the flesh of my hands as they raked through savagely. It felt like a thousand fire ants were on my hands. Bruises came with each rake but I cared less about the beauty of my skin at that moment. “Aargghh!! Make it stop,” I screamed. “Please Nico make it stop,” I burst into tears. Nico poured ice on my hands but it only seemed to aggravate the burn. “It burns Nico, it burns,” I continued scratching, my entire body undergoing excruciating pain as the tears ran down my cheeks.

Still transfixed to that train wreck. I don’t know how long Max has been calling my name, or how long he has been pulling at my shoulder. But when his voice and actions register, I turn around, ready to tell him to fuck off. “What?” I snap. I shouldn’t be snapping at Max. “Your hands,” he says. My hands? I look down at them. Fuck. My palms are burnt, the skin peeling off them. At what point did I get hold of the bars? I didn’t feel anything. Maybe because it’s nothing compared to the pain coursing through me right now.

After removing the bloody bandage, a hand-sized burn mark on his back appeared before Bertha. Bertha frowned deeply, many days had passed, and his wound was still red, the mixture of flesh and blood made people afraid. She tremblingly moved her hand towards his back, but just as she was about to touch the wound, she stopped. "Your wound is still bleeding. It looks severe. Why doesn't it look like a wound caused by sulfuric acid?" The wound was severe, Bertha didn't dare touch it, so she angrily took her hand back, her expression extremely serious.

NIKOLAI The water is too hot. It hits my skin in sharp, punishing streams, scalding enough to turn it red, but I don’t move. I don’t adjust it. I don’t step back. I stand there and let it burn. It helps. Maybe not as much as I’d like but it’s still something. My hands brace against the tiled wall, fingers splayed, my knuckles throbbing beneath the thin layer of bandaging Julian wrapped around them.

Chloe Bishop looked at the burns on the back of his hand — the wounds were a terrible sight. Her tears spilled over before she could stop them. "Your hands..." How had they ended up like this? His hand had been burned about a week ago. If properly cared for, it would have healed in a few more days. But instead of getting better, there were fresh wounds everywhere now. The hand was barely recognizable. Didn't he feel any pain? She grabbed his other hand — and that one was just as badly damaged. Tears fell from her eyes like crystals, drop after drop. "How did this happen?"