Blood Lies Bleeding Novels & Stories

The nurse shouted, "Doctor! The mother's blood oxygen has reached a critical level. The bleeding won't stop, and we don't have any Rh-negative blood in the blood bank anymore…" The doctor urgently ran to find Blake. "Mr. Ford! Mrs. Ford won't stop bleeding, and the blood bank is running low on Rh-negative blood!" Blake's heart leapt wildly in his chest. At that moment, it was as if his heart had gone cold. "She's bleeding profusely? What will happen if you don't stop the bleeding?" "If we can't stop the bleeding, Mrs. Ford might—" "No! She won't die. She'll be fine," Blake interrupted the doctor.

My hands trembled as I pressed them to my stomach, tears streaming down my face. “No, no, no,” I whispered, shaking my head. My breaths came in short, shallow gasps as fear hooked me. I grabbed my phone, dialing Leo with shaking hands. It rang once, twice, then straight to voicemail. My stomach sank. He wasn’t coming. I decided to text him instead, ‘Leo I’m bleeding , I need help.’ For a moment, I just sat there, helpless and scared. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to breathe through the pain. “You can do this,” I whispered. My voice was shaky, and I didn't want to think about why I was bleeding.

Our baby girl is resting peacefully on her chest. "What's going on?" I ask, not understanding the sight in front of me. "Lexi lost a lot of blood. Because of her injuries, her body was not strong enough to give birth. Her spleen was ruptured. We never noticed it in previous scans as nothing was ruptured at the time. It only ruptured due to the contractions." Elena says, as she enters the room behind me.

I would starve before I bent to such a fate. “Fuck it,” I snarled under my breath. I seized the glass again and forced the rest of its contents down, shoving the blood past my throat with sheer will. My stomach lurched, but I clamped my hand against my mouth and throat, choking back the reflex, forcing myself to hold it in. Not a drop. Not a surrender. “Are you alright? Answer me!” “I’m fine,” I rasped between ragged breaths, setting the glass down with shaking fingers. “This is normal for a Bloodling.” The lie slid easily, even if my chest burned with it.

The first thing I noticed was the blood. Dark. Spreading too fast. Seeping between Alexander’s fingers as he pressed a hand against his side. His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, but his eyes stayed on me. “Leila,” he rasped, his voice barely cutting through the chaos. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. “No.” My chest tightened. “No, no, no.” This wasn’t happening. Alexander Steele wasn’t allowed to bleed. He wasn’t allowed to fall.

Extremely calmly used force to cut a line, cut off the aorta, and blood spurted out. The crimson color seemed to glow in the night. My breathing stopped, and my heart ached. I rushed over, wanting to grab a blanket to stop the bleeding, screaming for help. But no one seemed to hear my screams. And the blood kept flowing like a waterfall, soaking a large blanket. 'Stop, please stop, please, please...' I muttered like a madman,

I lie on the floor, panting slightly in panic when I see the blood spreading on the floor alarmingly fast before dark spots fill my vision. I cut too deep.

I gasp when I see him. There's blood all over his white shirt, dried flaky crimson blood. His knuckles are covered in sticky clots and there are even traces of red smeared on his face. I cover my mouth with my hand. “What happened to you? You're bleeding!” “It's not my blood,” he replies coldly, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. If it's not his blood then... I gasp again. Is it Vesper's? What has Liam done? That's a lot of blood!

" Clive asked. Nodding, I said: "Yes thank you. Now it's like a mild numbness." As the sharp pain subsided, I couldn't help but notice that an alarming amount of blood continued to trickle down my arm and leg. It was hardly good. “I’m not at all happy that I almost drowned twice in one week." For a moment, I lost my train of thought, saw Liam, and then remembered. "Can you thank Kimberly for me?" He nodded. “I can't close wounds this size, but I can slow the bleeding if you'll let me." I blinked and turned away. I'll take that as a yes.

Blood oozed out. "It hurts..."