Bleeding After A Shot Novels & Stories

The doctor was confident. “Yes, I’m sure of it. It’s not necessarily true that heavy bleeding connotes serious wounds. At worst, her fall might accidentally trigger an older leg injury, and since it’s connected to some of her leg ligaments, it elicited a sudden jolt of pain that could, understandably, cause her to faint in agony. Either way, when the IV drip finishes, she will be ready to go home. Right now, she’s already awake.”

So dizzy that I feel like everything is moving in somewhat waves and I feel like there's someone wrongs with my hearing because I can't hear clearly. " Y-you're bleeding. You're stomach is bleeding, Damon!" Tessa exclaimed and started to call for help. My palms are sweaty and I feel very cold. I can feel sweating bullets on my forehead and it's only making my situation even worse. I lean my head on the wall slowly opened my eyes only to be welcomed by a light that cause my eyes to shut. " You need to rest even after the bullet's taken off from your body." Dr. Clark told me.

I then frantically looked around his body to figure out what was happening to him. His gunshot wound! I quickly ripped his shirt up and unstrapped his vest, but nothing prepared me for the sight. Bad wouldn’t come close to describing what I was seeing. His wound was open and blood flowed out too fast. I immediately tried to stop the bleeding with my hands, watching the blood seep out between my fingers and covering my hands. I rapidly blinked away my tears to clear my sight but they continued to stream down my face as I tried to think how to help him.

After that was done, I placed my hand gently on top of the needle so that I wouldn't hurt myself or cause more blood to come out of my hand. With that, I placed it to the side of the bed. The thing was really hurting. When I gazed down at it, I saw some small amount of blood coming out from where I had pulled out the needle. So, I had to use my hand to press the spot where the blood was coming out from. This was to at least stop the blood so that it wouldn't flow that much. Checking it within some minutes, the blood had actually stopped, which I was grateful for.

Blood dripped from the tip before she tossed it into the tray. I couldn't believe I'd taken a bullet - literally. In the heat of the moment, I must have been too pumped up on adrenaline to feel the impact. It was as if my body had gone into autopilot, shielding me from the pain and shock. Now, as the chaos began to subside, I couldn't help but wonder how I had that in there all these while. "Good as new," she said flatly, already pressing gauze to the wound. I could barely hold my head up. My entire body felt like it had been drained of life.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

Blood trickled down his shirt, staining it with a dark red streak. Cliff didn’t stop. He quickly squeezed the trigger again. The next bullet lodged directly into Vein’s thigh, causing him to collapse to the floor with a painful groan. Vein tried to steady himself with his hands, but his eyes reflected both astonishment and rage. He hadn’t expected Cliff to actually pull the trigger.

For now. I sighed in relief, the adrenaline finally threatening to drain me. “Please,” I breathed out. “Don’t let her…” “We won’t,” she interrupted gently. “She's with a team. They're working on her now. But you are going into shock. You need that bullet out of your shoulder before infection sets in.” I glanced down. My shirt was soaked, and blood was still dripping from my fingertips. My knees buckled under me, but I didn't fall to the floor.

I aimed and shot both of them in the neck before they could shoot me again. I saw them both fall to the floor, blood pooling beneath them. As I tried to stand up, I winced in pain and fell back onto the floor. My body was no longer numb, but adrenaline was coursing through me, preventing me from passing out from the pain. When I looked down, I saw that my stomach was bleeding through my dress and that I couldn't breathe properly, most likely due to my broken ribs.

Evelyn stood nearby, terrified of the blood but trying to comfort her mother. Jasper leaned down and tucked Evelyn's little head against his chest. "Don't look, sweetie." Once the wound was cleaned and stitched, the doctor advised, "To prevent infection, it's best to get a tetanus shot." Amelia nodded. Better safe than sorry. The doctor warned, "Be more careful when the kids are playing. That shot nearly hit a major artery. If it had, the consequences could have been disastrous." After leaving the hospital, Jasper drove Amelia and Evelyn home.