Bleeding After A Shot Novels & Stories

"What's wrong?" I tried to answer, but my tongue felt thick and heavy. My vision was starting to blur at the edges. Dante shifted his hold on me, and his hand came away red. Blood. My blood. "You're bleeding," he said, his voice filled with shock and horror. He looked down at my arm, where my sleeve was soaked through with red. "You've been shot. How long have you been bleeding?" I tried to think back. When had it happened? During the fight? I'd been so focused on protecting the little girl that I hadn't even noticed.

She pours more alcohol on my wound, then digs in and pulls out the bullet. I groan, it is fucking sore. “Don't be a pussy Zeezee, it ain't so bad.” I glare up at After who is standing by the bathroom door flicking that fucking knife smiling at seeing me in discomfort. “I'll share the sentiment next time a fucker shoots you in the butt.” After mutters something at my reminder of how she acted when she was shot on her ass cheek and leaves.

The scene I was witnessing caused a lump to form in my throat, the trail of blood she had left behind, her milky white skin was now a pasty shade of grey with a blue tinge to her lips and she was unconscious yet again. So many questions streamed through my mind but I had to get her out, I pulled the needle out of her hand, a burning sensation travelled through my fingers “SHIT!” throwing the needle down “It’s fucking silver” As soon as the needle was removed, the wound on her arm slowly began knitting back together leaving a deep red line. Although the amount of blood she had lost was worrying.

A nurse passes me and looks at me wide eyed and moves to me. "Sir. You're hurt and you still have blood oozing out your wounds." I didn't even notice them. The doctor didn't even address it. I already got a bullet out from my thigh. "Painkillers will do." I feel a slight headache and pain throughout my body. How come I never noticed them before? Must be the adrenaline.

Running with one bare foot and scratches from the tree branches, another blast was heard. She paused, and felt a numbing pain saw that her left arm started to bleed. She was shot!

Bang Krystal made the first shot she shot at Heejin who just a moment ago bullied her. The man immediately groaned in pain with blood pouring from his calf. Some of his colleagues who were next to him moved quickly to stop the bleeding in Heejin's leg because he could bleed to death if Krystal actually shot a vein in his leg.

My finger ran over the sharpness of the plate that could now pierce through anything. I held it tightly to the spot where I had been shot, I took in several breaths, before piercing it to my neck, tearing it up. I didn't make the wound that deep, but wide enough to bleed out as much as I could, and hopefully, I would be able to bleed out what little I could of whatever had been shot at

However my panic stopped after hearing the shot from her gun. Everything became quiet, I opened my eyes to blood everywhere. The adrenaline in me had left my system and all I felt was exhaustion, falling on my knee I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I looked at the blood oozing from the shot, crap she shot me. She wasn't any better, I had got her good with cut all over her face and neck? Everything started spinning suddenly my world went blank.

When the doctor finally stepped inside, I stood so fast the room tilted. “We were able to get both bullets out,” he said, voice calm but measured. “But one of them nicked an artery near his abdomen. We managed to stop the bleeding during surgery, but the trauma was severe. He lost a lot of blood, and his body went into shock. He’s in a coma.” My knees gave out. “No—no, no…” I dropped, and Mabel was there, catching me before I hit the floor. Her arms wrapped around me tightly as I sobbed. Everything inside me felt like it was caving in.

Bleeding Out Hunter pov The adrenaline that had carried me through the fight began to ebb, and with it came the full realization of just how much blood I was losing. What had started as a manageable wound was now a steady stream of crimson that soaked through my shirt and dripped steadily onto the asphalt beneath my feet. "James," I said, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears. "I don't think—" My legs gave out without warning, sending me crashing to my knees beside my SUV. The world tilted sideways, colors bleeding together as my vision blurred at the edges. I pressed both hands against my shoulder, trying to stem the flow, but the blood kept coming, warm and thick between my fingers