Bleeding After A Shot Novels & Stories

Grayson ran over, like a bullet, shooting into the room without warning. "Oh my God, Grayson!" But it was too late. The shot rang like an echo, ringing over and over. My blood ran cold. I wasn't sure if I was the victim or he was, but I was sure Scarlett wasn't. Heels clicked just as quick as it had all gone from my being threatened with a gun to being shot. She dumped her weapon on her way out, not even bothering to check who she hurt. His eyes shifted to mine, wide and stuck. That was when I saw it. Crimson red, bright and impossible to ignore. He was bleeding!

I shout out. Another shot rings out and Ash pushes me out of the way just before the bullet hits me. I hear him gasp in pain and see blood coming out his side. It’s not a dire wound, but it’s also not good either. I don't think anything was punctured, but he's bleeding a lot and will need stitches. He also won't be able to run as fast now that he's injured.

In a few minutes, I found both bullets and pulled them out. I quickly pressed Neil's shirt against the wounds to stop any excessive bleeding that might occur. I looked up at Neil's face, and he seemed fine now—not as pale as a man with blood loss should be. I eased up on my pressure and checked the wound — no excessive bleeding, but strangely, the wounds had perfectly healed. There was no way this should be possible, yet I was seeing it with my own eyes. Neil was no longer bleeding; even the tiniest tear was nowhere to be found. It was as if he had never been hurt in the first place. I touched the spots where the bullet holes were supposed to be, to be sure I was not hallucinating, but it wa

Blood oozed from a bullet graze on his waist. ‘Hold tight,’ Callie reassured him as she retrieved a gauze bag and medical supplies from her kit. Luckily, his wound didn’t require surgical intervention; it just needed treatment and a bandage to staunch the bleeding. But even though it was just a bullet graze, it had left a deep mark, with scorch traces from the round. Callie instructed Wendy to apply firm pressure on the bleeding site with the gauze soaked in medicine, aiming to facilitate clotting.

The doll's blood remains dry on my hands and clothes from when I held her, and that only makes my chest feel tighter. I finally let myself be checked after taking a quick shower in one of the hospital rooms, which removes Penny's blood from my body. They disinfect and stitch my wound when they notice the bullet has indeed come out of my leg. Noah and Oscar also take a shower, the latter feeling bad about the burns on his arms, which they quickly bandage. Noah's wound doesn't seem serious either; they remove the bullet, stitch the wound, and bandage it immediately.

“He may try to act strong. He may even look fine. But trauma like his doesn’t heal overnight.” “Watch for dizziness. Watch for heavy coughing. If you see blood, you bring him back immediately. No hesitation.” Blood. “Is internal bleeding still a possibility?” I asked quietly. “With accidents like his? Yes.” He held my gaze. “The body sometimes pretends it’s okay… until it isn’t.” My throat tightened. Slowly, I nodded. “I understand.” The hospital doors slid open as I stepped outside.

“The bullet… it was from a military tranq mixed with something else. That is why it is not closing.” Damon exchanged glances with Linda. “Bullets?” They worked for what felt like hours. Damon tried different pressure points as Linda brought more towels, and the floor around the bed became stained with red. Finally, he managed to slow the worst of the bleeding. “Okay. I think I can stitch now. But this is going to hurt like hell and I have nothing strong for the pain.” “Do it,” I said again. He stitched the wound with calm hands while Linda held the skin together. I clenched my jaw so hard I thought my teeth would break.