Bleach On Hands Burning Novels & Stories

"Mm-hmm. It's nothing. I already rinsed it with cold water. It doesn't hurt now." Sebastian shook his head seriously. Ten years as a firefighter had shown him countless burn injuries. The blisters on Claire's hand were severe. She needed ointment immediately. "That won't do. I know burns. Blisters like these can't be treated with just cold water. It might feel fine now, but tomorrow it will get worse." When Claire saw his serious expression, her heart tensed, yet she didn't pull her hand away. "What? Is it that serious? Then, Sebastian, can you help me apply the ointment?"

Like nothing. "You missed a spot," Killian said, pointing with the toe of his boot to a place near my knee. I moved to it, scrubbing harder, putting all my remaining strength into making it disappear. The bleach splashed onto my hand where the skin was already torn and raw. It burned like someone had poured acid on my flesh. I gasped, the sound ragged and airless, and jerked my hand back instinctively. "Silence," Carmina hissed. She raised her cane high above her head.

The freezing water from the garage hose hit Aryan’s sliced palms like liquid fire. He gasped loudly, his breath misting in the cold air. The chemical car soap seeped directly into the deep, jagged cuts left by Ashok Khandelwal’s shattered champagne glasses. It was a blinding, agonizing burn that made his vision swim with dark spots.

Then, I walked into the bathroom to bathe. I made sure the water was steaming hot. Very hot before I hopped into the tube. The heat burned my body, made my skin red and itchy, but I ignored it and started to wash off the feelings of Mila’s hand on me. It became so much that I had no idea it was too much until I saw red. I made a blister on my skin. Sighing, I unclogged the drainage after rising the suds and blood off my body. I wore the white robe I found and exited the bathroom with my hair dripping.

Then again, why did I get burnt by Ace's tattoo? I looked at my hands and smiled warily at the tattoo that made itself home after the burnt incident. The fire vines were back and printed on the skin of my hands. The vines tightened, dragging all my veins into my forearm, my right forearm. The vines only grew bigger at my left, clinging to my hand firmly like I was planning to cut it off. My gathered veins turned lava, reflecting Ace's as it took the shape of the same sword on his back, just smaller. The sword burnt up, and flames emanated from the sword, blazing and lighting the entire bathroom. It happens every time I stay in the water too long.

It was warm, and it had patches of blood on it. In the space of a millisecond, something strange happened. Light began to shine from my hands and the bandage caught fire. I screamed and ran back in fear, watching it burn out from a distance. I looked at my hands, wondering what just happened, but I couldn’t find a logical explanation for it. After a while, the bandage had burnt off completely. It came as a shock, however, when I peeped at the spot of the burn and saw his skin joining together.

I clenched my jaw to distract myself from the burn. This is good. It will wash their hands off me. It will wash off their touch. I squirt a good amount of body wash on the loofah and started to scrub. I scrubbed, and scrubbed, and scrubbed, the blistering water scorching my skin. The cuts that had turned into scabs got ripped once more, bleeding out. The dull ache in my stomach intensified, it hurt to even clench my teeth. Their laughing faces flashed before my eyes. I remembered the way their bodies smelled, their breath smelled. It just made me scrub more violently.

I clenched my jaw to distract myself from the burn. This is good. It will wash their hands off me. It will wash off their touch. I squirt a good amount of body wash on the loofah and started to scrub. I scrubbed, and scrubbed, and scrubbed, the blistering water scorching my skin. The cuts that had turned into scabs got ripped once more, bleeding out. The dull ache in my stomach intensified, it hurt to even clench my teeth. Their laughing faces flashed before my eyes. I remembered the way their bodies smelled, their breath smelled. It just made me scrub more violently.

I almost wept for joy as I quickly pounced on the basin, Turning on the largest tap in the middle. I continued to splash the water on my face, I splashed and splashed all the while panting and gasping like a woman in labor. After a few minutes, I peeped my eyes open again to check, But it burned worse than before. I quickly shut my eyes again. Screaming and splashing more water. "It's worse! It's worse!" My hand reached out to pick the hand wash soap. But there was no soap. I spread my hands all over the basin, searching for any handwash to wash my face with. But I didn't see any. I felt like crying hard.

I asked trying to remain calm. “The last cub I cut open was my son.” Malice replied. “It broke me, Sage, so I set fire to my lab and the explosion did this to my hands.” He said and raised his hands for me to see. “There were plenty vials filled with wolfsbane, it did this to my hand due to the explosion.” “Fire mixed with wolfsbane,” I said as I closely watched his hands. The heat from the fire and the chemical reaction from the concentrated wolfsbane seared into your hands.”