Bleed Just To Know Your Alive Novels & Stories

Except us. Just me. Hope. Ruins. Always ruins. Ambulance loaded Hope. Checked her. Sedative. Trauma. But physically fine. Medic approached me. "Ma'am you are bleeding—" "I am fine—" "You have been shot. Shoulder. Abdomen. Leg. You should be dead—" "I have daughter. Cannot die yet. Maybe later. Not yet." Adrenaline fading. Pain arriving. Reality crushing down. Everything hurt. Everything broken. Everything— Hope's hand found mine. Squeezed. Small. Warm. Alive.

the writing in the left side read. I collapsed to the ground, begging on my knees. “Please spare me Lily, please” I cried, rubbing my palms together. I can’t die, I don’t want to. I can’t die now. I pleaded. The elevator suddenly came back to life, the lights shining bright against my eyes. I staggered to get up on my feet when the elevator began moving, at a great speed that it made the ground shake. I thought I might die. Was this really it? Was this how I was going to die.

He exclaimed "I'm.. fine" i said shortly and he stayed silent holding my waist "It doesn't sound like your--Oh my god you're bleeding!!" Adrian said and i tried turning around.. and to my surprise, i was all soaked with blood. The view made me breathless as my heart beat increased..and the pain came again like a shock..this time worst and i screamed Adrian was very nervous as he looked furiouse "I'm calling your doctor.." He said trying to dial his number

Because, as crazy as this might be, I believed I was already dead. “Are you okay, baby?” Blade crouched beside me. His eyes roamed around my body as his hands brushed my hair and checked my head for any injuries. “Talk to me…” “Am I alive?” I asked in a throaty voice. “Yes… Yes… Yes…” Tears trickled down his face as he scooped me gently off the ground. He was a big man, but he held me so gently, too far from the harsh way he would clutch me when we first met.

“Stop faking it. A little blood won’t kill you. I’m not Martin. I won’t be fooled by your act.” She had the guards lock me in the walk-in freezer. “The cold will reduce dizziness from the blood loss. Once Tricia doesn’t need more blood, you can come out. It’s for your own good.” “No, don’t! I’ll die if you leave me here.” Nausea and dizziness pushed me toward the freezer door. I tried to wedge the iron door open, but the mechanism pinched and crushed two of my fingers. The pain was white-hot, nearly making me faint.

Pure, cold, isolated death. Adrian kneels, pressing two-finger over Jo's carotid artery. "She is alive!" He exclaims. I gasp the air I deprived myself of breathing. The guilt of siphoning a life eased from my chest with each tear. Miracles do happen.

Amidst the horrific pain that demanded my mind and body’s full attention, I could only manage to eke out one short message: Find me. I’m alive. Find me. I was not going to get out of here on my own. I could hardly move any part of my body. Only my arms. And I could feel the blood still gushing out of my neck. The flow had slowed down a bit. But that meant I didn’t have much time. It meant I was running out of blood.There was nothing to do now except hold on. Hold on and try not to fall down into the surrender of death.

I leaned my head back weakly against the seat and closed my eyes. Beside me, Nadia kept glancing at me worriedly. “You’re bleeding again,” she said softly. I looked down. Blood had stained the side of my hoodie again from one of the cuts near my stomach. “It’s nothing.” Her brows tightened immediately. “You almost died tonight and you’re calling it nothing?” I didn’t reply. Honestly… I still couldn’t believe I was alive. If Ethan hadn’t arrived on time... I pushed the thought away immediately. My chest tightened painfully.

No swelling, my skin is soft, clean. Realization churns in my gut. Yesterday, I had one foot firmly planted in my grave. I knew I was dying. No way should I feel good. I sit up too fast and the rush of it knocks the breath from my lungs. My heart starts racing, adrenaline kicking up late to a party. I throw the blanket back and scan my legs, my arms, my hands. Every inch of me should be black and blue and bandaged, but there's nothing. Not a scab, just perfect, unbroken skin. Like none of it happened.

“BECAUSE NONE OF YOU TWO LEECHES IS GETTING SAVED TODAY” That moment, I KNEW my ASS would get whooped twice in a day. And now I wonder why my life isn’t normal.