Blood Sweat And Heels Cast Novels & Stories

I took it as advice. My ribs are black from bruises. The hash along my hip has started to turn the wrong color, the kind of red that seeps heat when you press it. I've been rinsing it with warm water from a rusted kettle I stole two blocks over. No meds. No food. Just water and spite and whatever scraps of instinct I've got left. It's not enough. I'm not healing.

Soon, there were only Marissa and Jepherson left. Marissa was furious, but she was not confused. She looked at Jepherson and said, "Roll up your pants. Show me your legs." Jepherson bent down and rolled up his pants. She saw that there were a few blisters on Jepherson's legs that looked like dry blisters. There was nothing else. It was a little strange. "What happened?" Marissa had never experienced that before. Jepherson said, "My bones were affected. They were swollen. It's fine. I just need to change the cast regularly."

My body is battered and bruised and covered in blood; it’s been years since I was hurt this badly. I carefully peel off my tank top and sweatpants—both sticky with dirt, blood, and sweat. I tear off my bra and underwear as well, grimacing at the smell. I take a cool shower, gently rinsing off the blood and wincing when the water runs over the cuts. I wash my hair too, watching as the remaining hair dye runs down the drain with the blood. It takes a while but I finally manage to clean myself up without getting water in my cast or ripping any of my stitches. I wrap a soft towel around myself and hobble awkwardly out of the bathroom.

"I can't not go to work. I..." "Everything else will have to wait Your Majesty. If you don't take care of your hand, I'm afraid that you'll undo everything that has been done to help you heal faster." Andrea cut me off. "You always have to elevate your hand whenever you're sitting or sleeping. Also ice it five to ten minutes everyday without getting your cast wet. I also wouldn't recommend taking a shower." "Ah geez." I groaned inwardly. This was worse than bad. It was a nightmare I wanted to wake up from as soon as possible.

"You lost a significant amount of blood. We had to give you several units over the last forty-eight hours. You’re severely anemic and fighting a nasty infection, though the antibiotics are doing their job. Don't be so hard on yourself." "I feel like I'm a hundred years old," I managed to wheeze. Every step felt like I was dragging my legs through wet cement. Sweat beaded on my forehead, stinging my eyes. We made it to the bathroom door, a distance of maybe ten feet that felt like a marathon. With every shuffling step, the stiffness in my joints began to give way, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache that was at least manageable. "You're doing beautifully," she said.

“Let me see it.” Gesturing for her to put her feet on my thigh. She's hesitant but complies to my order and slowly her feet rest on my thigh. I zip down her boots and peel it off her legs and what I saw had my blood raging and my jaws clenched. Her legs were red and slightly swollen, there was a pale purple bruise forming around her heel and the sides of her sole were almost blistering.

I have been trying like hell to heal you, full moon is coming must mark mate, must get to mate,* she rambled. “Yeah, thanks,” I said, out loud to myself. I saw another bed next to me, with a rumpled up blanket. Some of the blanket was on my bed and I tried to reach for it. After a few painful minutes I was able to get it and I brought it to my face. “Son of a bitch,” I said, recognizing the smell. My other wrist was in a cast, I had an IV drip going and I was hooked up to a couple machines. I knew there was no way I could just walk out of here. Zach probably had a mess of wolves outside guarding me anyhow. I sighed and heard footsteps outside the door.

In the end, she had no choice but to lie down on the bed. However, she didn't lie down for long before Kendall pushed the door open. Seeing that she had woken up, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you awake?" I woke up, but I was so tired, I just wanted to lie in bed. "Are your legs sore?" Kendall said, reaching out and rubbing her calf. Hannah took a breath and said, "Ah, don't do that, it's so sour." She hadn't tried wearing high heels for a whole day in a long time, and now her feet and calves felt inexplicably tired.

Simon leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes fixed on my thick white cast. "How is the leg feeling, Diego?" Simon asks, his voice surprisingly soft for some reason. "The medics told us that the bone was completely shattered. We were worried you were going to lose the foot entirely on the field." "It hurts like hell," I admit, keeping my voice in that deeper, rougher tone I use for my guard persona. "But the doctor said it will heal fine. I just have to carry this stupid concrete block on my leg for a three more days before my wolf recovers from the silver and heals it completely."

I chewed against my disgust then swallowed. “It'll help fight against infections from the inside, I applied it the same to your leg to fight it from the outside. Later, I'll mix some for pain relief, you'll chew and swallow it then apply it on your leg as well.” Heather stood up, “for now, just try to reduce the amount of pressure you put on that leg. I know it's going to be hard giving the Alpha king's constant breathing down your neck, also avoid getting it wet, I'll change it everyday for you.”