Novel & Cerita Blood Lies Bleeding

Stepped onto the balcony railing. And without a word... Disappeared into the night. Leaving only silence. And the cold sting of blood dripping down my throat. And then… There was a blast.

Quenten Yilmaz: Blood. Violence. Gut-wrenching, paralyzing screams. They follow me everywhere, including in my sleep. It’s like a reel of snippets flashing before my very eyes. Splatters of blood paint the walls. Screams of terror intertwine and become a single, continuous harmony of devastation that rings in my ears. Flashing balls of light ignite in the dark as illuminated bullets slice through the air, hitting everything in their path. Men drop to the ground swiftly, followed by a hush of silence.

I glared at the nurse and she purses her lips, turning to grab something. “What’s her condition?” The doctor asked, rushing in. “Severe bleeding, doctor. Mostly internal. She's pale, barely conscious and Her BP is dangerously low.” Mostly internal bleeding? There's blood all over her, how is this internal? “Prep for IV fluids and transfusion immediately. Get two units of O-negative ready, stat. Keep monitoring her vitals. My head was spinning, it was as though I would pass out anytime soon. Why don't you ever listen, Skye? Why did you have to marry him? My palms were sweaty—my palms are almost never sweaty— and I could feel my heartbeat in my ears.

I could feel my body growing weak with every hit I took. I looked down to see blood dripping from my thighs, as a hot stabbing pain flared from my stomach causing a scream to rip loudly from my throat “She is bleeding from inside her legs. What's wrong with her?” one of them said with trepidation. “Who cares. Maybe she was carrying a spawn from

“Stay still.” He steps back instinctively. “It’s nothing.” “Blake.” My voice drops, controlled but trembling underneath. I step closer. Carefully, slowly, I grip the hem of his shirt. He doesn’t stop me this time. I lift it. And the air leaves my lungs. A thick bandage wraps tightly around his lower abdomen. The gauze is soaked, deep crimson bleeding through layers that were never properly secured. A thin line of fresh blood trails downward. It’s still bleeding.

The breeze rustled softly, bringing the aroma of moist soil and pine, the woods teeming with life in the darkness. However, the most burdensome thing in the air was the heaviness of Nikolai's words - cold and irreversible. Amora experienced them sinking heavily in her chest. Blood is the circulating fluid in our bodies. The ultimate cost, crucial for their forbidden partnership with the vampires, would require more than just a injury. Now, her life force, which was her blood, became the key to staying alive.

Leon was not angry, he hugged Sarah and comforted Sarah, Leon's actions were very gentle, and he said softly. "Sarah, don't be scared. This is not your fault. However, I have a question to ask you. Do you have hemophilia? Why don't you tell me this?" Leon wanted to investigate this matter more closely, he felt that a lot of strange things were going on there. Leon's words startled Sarah, who looked at Leon with bewildered eyes, like she was listening to a strange story, she said. "Are you saying that I have hemophilia? Hemophilia is a symptom of bleeding that persists when injured and can't be stopped for a short time, right?"

The monitor screamed again, going off with a loud beep. “BP’s tanking,” Ian said, adding, “Seventy systolic.” Liora straightened, her eyes sharp as she said, “It's an internal bleed—likely delayed. Blunt trauma can lie.” "We need to see what we're dealing with," Lily responded. Liora turned sharply to Brad and said, “I need a CT scan. Trauma protocol. Now.” “On it,” Brad said, already moving. As Brad walked away, the patient gasped—then went still.

I froze my spot like the news I am more of a curse than a piece of redemption delivered to me. “She…The blood.” I didn’t know what to say. My mind was incapable of forming clear coherent words. My mind wanted to believe in a miracle and prayers, but logic yanked me in a different direction. “The cut on her thigh caused the bleeding.” He explained quickly as though he could read my mind. “It looked bad. But it’s not deep. She has von Willebrand Disease. It’s an inherited condition where the patient’s blood lacks a protein crucial for blood clotting.” He explained in simple English, but he sounded like he was speaking in one of the lost languages that were there before time.

Damn. My heart pounds frantically in my chest as I feel something wet and sticky between my legs. With trembling hands, I reach down, my fingers coming away slick with crimson, the metallic scent of blood filling the air. God, why am I bleeding? Horror washes over me as I realize what's happening, and I feel bile rise in my throat, threatening to choke me. The blood continues to flow, staining the pristine floor beneath me in dark, ominous streaks, a stark contrast against the polished surface.