Blood Veins And Bandages Novels & Stories

Just like I ignore that the strip of cloth I used as a bandage is already soaked with blood, staining the cotton scarlet. I need to clean the wound and soon. If I don’t, I’m as good as dead.

A few pieces of the old bandage had stuck to the blood, and as he fully removed it I could see why it wasn't healing. Sitting around a long cut was an odd green colour. The veins around the wound were black, and as I breathed a horrible liquored seemed to rush out. Breathing heavily I felt my eyes water. "What's....What's wrong with it?" I stuttered. The more I gazed at it the more I feared I would truly die. Cupping my cheeks with his hands, William moved my face so I could gaze into his blue eyes. "Focus on me, okay?"

she told him. She pulled one last time. A surge of black blood gushed from the wound, soaking the cloth. Alex slumped back, panting. The tension in his body released a bit. The black veins on his chest didn't disappear though, but they stopped spreading. They receded an inch. It worked. He wasn't cured yet, but he was stable now. Zara bandaged him quickly, her hands shaking. She cleaned up the blood, threw the dirty clothes into the fire, and collapsed on the rug beside the sofa.

I pinched my chin between my thumb and index finger. “She has been drained of blood, and she needs it replenished quickly if she is to recover. I will get her a blood bag and be back. There are supplies in that drawer. Clean her arms and legs. I’m not sure which vein will work best.” I nodded, went to the drawer, and pulled it out: iodine and cotton balls.

I just want to hold my baby and melt into that rich pine, earth scent like his father’s. “I’ll get him later,” I said, heading for the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment before I stalked to the sink and took a good look at my arm. I unwrapped the bandage and my stomach dropped. The veins around it were much darker now and it wasn’t spreading upwards. It was spreading to my wrists. “No…” My fingers trembled as I touched it lightly and it burned. Astra’s words echoed in my mind.

she replied. Clutching tightly at her arm, he then said, “Listen to me, Vee. I need you to use your hand and work with me to bandage your wound.” Vivian had already calmed down after getting used to the darkness. She knew there were a lot of arteries and veins in the human thighs. Once injured, it might lead to massive blood loss and eventually, death. She did not want to die yet, or at least, she did not want to die here. She asked calmly, “Is it an artery or a vein?”

I just hoped she would. After the doctor and Claire had successfully wrapped the first few sheets of bandage around Colin, the hardest of the work was done. It was usually the beginning- in which they spent time trying to wrap the main skin- that the main work was carried out. After then, the rest of the work was just to keep wrapping the rest of the bandages around his body till all of it got exhausted. The reason for the many bandages they used on the battered back of Colin was because the injury always dripped with different types of fluids hence the need to wrap it up with as many bandages as they could so that the bandages could absorb any fluid from the injuy. After some minutes of con

Blood soaked through her fingers. “Tighter,” I hissed. “Wrap it tight.” “Okay—okay—” she whispered, fumbling with the bandage. She pulled it tight, tighter, wincing as I gasped. “Now what? You're still cold. You're shivering—your lips are blue—” “Blankets.” I felt light from the blood loss. Freezing cold. “Anything.”

Carl wrapped his arms around Bianca as he carried her in his arms like a newborn baby. He carried her inside their apartment gently placing her on the couch as Leah hurried to get their first aid box. Carl professionally loosened the bandage tied to Bianca’s arm as he carefully used a neat wool to clean the blood stains on her arms, he applied a methylated spirit. Bianca winced in pain as she let out a loud groan continually, the pain eating deep into her. In a matter of minutes, Carl had stopped the blood from gushing out more as he had neatly bandaged her arm using another material making sure its grip was tight even as Bianca groaned.

I had to focus on her safety, ensuring she remained unharmed amidst the turmoil. I tore a strip of fabric from my torn sleeve and hastily fashioned it into a makeshift bandage. Gently, I applied pressure to the wound, trying to stem the bleeding. Each movement sent a jolt of pain through my arm, but I gritted my teeth, determined to remain steady for her sake.