Novel & Cerita Blood Veins And Bandages

I lift to see over the edge of the white gauze, and oddly enough, there's a jagged, raised red scar about six or seven inches long, no longer an open wound. "Woah." I lean closer. "How is... All because of Alpha blood?" Harvey presses the tape back down and throws the blankets off. "All because of Alpha blood," he confirms. "I better replace the bandaging — keep it clean." I trail Harvey into the bathroom. "That's insane. So if you get a paper cut, does it just disappear in a second or two?"

I told her, and she nodded. "Here is some cream that can help you with the bruising on your back. They won't go away fully but the cream will make them less noticeable. Once you find your mate and are marked, the bruises will disappear," I said I went to my bag and pulled out a needle and tube, gloves, iodine, and gauze to take her blood. " I am going to take some blood. There is a reason you're not healing properly," I Said and took some blood from her.

I bound them tightly in hopes of hastening our departure. After carefully bandaging Lucian's wounds, I took a step back to assess my handiwork. The stark white bandages wrapped tightly around his injuries, but I couldn't ignore the faint traces of crimson seeping through the fabric. The sight sent a pang of worry through me, a reminder of the battles he had fought and the sacrifices he had made.

A sharp burst of jealousy rushed through me as I saw her hand on his leg. Callum stood arms crossed, and Serena was smiling as she listened to Kiara. "So, what would you suggest miss?" Callum asked curtly. The man had an ego but he was an impressive doctor. "I know they say bandages should be kept dry etcetera but we aren't really human. The correct mix of clove, dhatura and goldenseal soaking on a bandage would ease the pain and heal any infection caused. We have to remember that although yes, we are part human, we don’t work the same way." Her sexy-as-fuck voice came.

I needed some on my neck as well. I carefully unwrapped the ace bandage, tossing it aside and then peeled the gauze from my shoulder, noting that it was soaked through with blood. That fucking leech hit my vein, no wonder it took so damn long to stop bleeding. Luckily it wasn’t bleeding now. I threw the bandage in the bathroom garbage and inspected my wound.

It was a delicate work of medical artistry, performed with extreme care and precision. The bandaging extended down his arm, covering the site where the main vein had been severed. It had been a critical injury, the loss of the vital blood supply threatening his entire arm. But the skilled hands of the human doctor had carefully repaired the damage, stitching the torn vessel back together, restoring the blood flow. His chest, too, was wrapped in bandages, protecting the extensive muscle damage that had been caused by the brutal attack. Beneath the surface, internal sutures held together torn ligaments and damaged tissues, a hidden network of healing and support.

Venera squeezed his hand and told him it will stop in a few minutes. She got to cleaning right away and went to soak the bandages in cold water, so the blood would let go. When she emerged from the bathroom the prince had stood up and was trying to look at his back in the mirror. "Stop flexing the muscles or you will tear the skin and you will have to endure this twice," warned Venera sneaking up behind him. "How did you make it stop bleeding so fast? Why weren't they clotting before?" he asked.

I just cover the bandage and glance at it as I lift my eyes to look at him. Our gaze meets briefly, and he quickly breaks our gaze. “There! You should not be able to see any blood at least for a few hours until that is sorted out” I say pointing to the t-shirts he wanted to get. “thank you” he says, going to grab one of the light blue short-sleeved T-shirts. His muscles rippled through the sleeves but at least it was a bit loose around his ‘so hot’ abdominal muscles. “Thanks. Just leave everything there. Will come and clean it up later” he says pointing to the things on the bed. I cannot help but admire his veiny hands from where I am standing.

Scream tore raw from my throat. He pulled out and came across my stomach, mixing with blood and sweat. Hot ropes landing on open cuts, stinging me. They removed the needles slowly. Cleaned everything with saline. Applied liquid bandage to the shallow cuts—thin red lines that would fade in days, maybe leave faint ghosts for weeks. Aftercare was longer this time. Blanket. Water. Chocolate. He sat on the floor, back to the wall, me curled between his legs. While Shadow wiped my face with cool cloth.

I can't remember, but I have to try something. I scramble for it, tearing chunks free with shaking hands. Back at Vincent's side, I pack it against the shoulder wound, pressing down. The blood soaks through immediately, warm against my palms. "No." I grab more moss, shoving it against the wound in his flank. "No, please work." It doesn't work. Nothing is working. The blood keeps flowing, and his breathing is getting shallower with each passing second. I look around wildly. Leaves. I grab handfuls of dried leaves, crushing them against the wounds.