Blood Sweat And Heels Cast Novels & Stories

The nurse questions again and I pause. I try to move my foot and body. "No. None that I can notice right away. Although the cast is itchy." I chuckled. She did too.

" Ouch that looks really painful" " It is painful actually, to be honest some days carrying the leg anywhere hurts a lot more than others" " I'm sorry, why don't you try reporting it to the doctor and do that regularly..." " No need for that it has healed pretty well and by tomorrow I'll be removing the cast, I decided it would be best if I stayed home with my leg as a doctor has instructed, I needed a lot of rest and I shouldn't be stressing it" he explained Karen observed Lewis closely and there it was again, the same scent she had felt when she was in Arson's presence.

As he worked, he gave me precise medical instructions. After that, he packed up his equipment, offered a formal bow, and headed toward the door. ​“I’ll send up a nurse later this evening to check your vitals and change the dressings on your smaller cuts.” As soon as he closed the door, I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. ​I stared at the white cast on my left foot. Alessandro was also injured. I hope Dr. Alessi treated his wounds, too. I force myself to get out of bed and carefully walk towards the bathroom. I felt filthy all over my body. Obviously, I need to shower– Shit! How can I shower with this cast?

Two small tubes filled his nostrils, pumping oxygen into his body. My eyes continued down the length of his frame. Even laying down I could tell he was tall. Lanky, but still muscled. Bandages covered his chest in thick layers. One of his arms was in a cast, as well as one of his legs. Werewolves healed quickly, so if he was still in a cast a week later… “You’ve got to be one of the prettiest healers I’ve ever seen.” A hoarse, dry voice sounded from the foot of the bed. I jolted.

The hallway stretched long before us, the walk more of a battle than I cared to admit. “You didn’t have to be such a bastard about it,” Cast muttered as we reached the stairs. “She wasn’t going to listen any other way,” I muttered back, gripping the railing as we started down. Every step sent more discomfort radiating from my ribs. “She’ll make you pay for it later.” “She can try.” By the time we reached the healer’s cabin, my skin was damp, and every movement felt like it might be the one that caused me to collapse. Cast guided me to a chair. One of the healers approached and began her examination.

Jasper didn't know but decided to put it aside for now. "You also have a broken right femur and shin. Your shin had opened completely while the femur suffered a simple, clean break. Those will take approximately six months to recover from fully. You are not allowed to put any pressure on the leg from standing or any such activities, typically, but as you are at this facility, we have provided a new model cast, designed to remove any pressure from your leg if your injuries may slip your mind considering the local anesthetic in your leg, administered by the cast as well.

My heart dropped into my stomach as I looked at my leg and saw the bulky cast on it. This was not good. I glanced around, frantic for a time. Maybe there was time for this to heal and I’ll be okay before the competition. “It’s almost morning. We’ve been here for several hours,” he explained.

The night healer is a man named Corvin, mid-fifties, competent in the ways that matter and limited in the ways that are frustrating, and he looks up from his desk with the expression of a man who was deeply asleep two minutes ago and has not yet finished being annoyed about that. Then he sees what I’m carrying. Then his expression changes. “Lady Minthe? What in the world—” “Get the bone-setting brace and the wound closure kit,” I bark, laying the whimpering cub onto the clean white linen of the examination table. The dark, thick blood immediately smears across the pristine fabric, staining it a deep, ugly crimson. “He’s losing blood. His foreleg has a clean fracture, and there’s a deep gash

He pulled her onto him and pressed his face into her hair, breathing in, and dragging in an unsteady breath. Beneath her, his heartbeat steadily. His skin smelled metallic, from the blood that coated it, and she could smell the old sweat, the tones sharp and sour. Fear and pain sweat. “Oh Heath,” she mouthed the words as her tears created tidemarks through the dried blood. “How do you feel?” Talen asked softly, speaking to Heath. “Just great,” Heath’s voice was rasped. He struggled to clear his throat. “No strength.” “You tried to turn wearing the cuff,” Talen prompted.

I pull her chin back in my direction, her gaze meeting mine. "No more needles. . Please." I frown. "That's not up to me, I'm sorry, but your health and safety are top priority. If Zay needs to give you another shot or take some blood, then we have to do that, okay?" She shakes her head, her breathing getting faster. "How about," I say, thinking up an idea, "I run you a nice hot bath while I talk with Zay. Maybe she'll have other ways to go about any necessary treatments?" Her shoulders slump, relieved. "Okay, I'm gonna set you back down. Please stay in bed. When Zay gets your leg in a cast I'll help you downstairs and we can go wherever you want. I'm sure Zay has crutches somewhere if you do