Novel & Cerita Blood Veins And Bandages

I cradle it like it’s something precious, like it might disappear if I look away. The medical aisle is narrow and smells faintly of menthol. I crouch and scan the options, grabbing a large variety pack of bandages—small, large, waterproof. I don’t care what brand. I just need them to work. I find the Icy Hot in a roll-on tube and sigh in relief. My legs and shoulders are going to thank me later.

I try to swallow the disappointment that comes off him in waves, intend on not letting it bother me. I focus on Bethany for distraction as she brings scissors closer to my arm. She asks for my permission before cutting my left sleeve. Dry blood covers my arm, making the injury appear graver than it actually is. With a gloved hand, Bethany tries to peel off the crimson bandage, but since it's stuck to my arm, she uses a saline solution to remove it without hurting me further.

“We take care of the burns first. The fractures, they will heal later once whatever chemical in their skin disappears.” This was what Lady Tara told me and I realized the reason why she said so when I saw one treated victim. He was only a kid, maybe about fifteen, wearing a turban on his head, pants, and tattered shirt. He sat on his gurney while he watched the others get treated; attached on his left hand was dextrose and another liquid bag connected to his direct intravenous line. It was a dark red color. Blood. ‘Why would they treat burned wounds with blood? It should be plasma, right?’ I asked to myself. My medical training really conflicted with their treatment.

But I look at him skeptically. "I don't blame you for not trusting me. But you do need to trust me when I say that I have to change these bandages." He says. "Alright." I say. So he grabbed some other supplies from the tray that he bought in and he pulled off the wound dressings and he cleaned it out again which made me hiss in pain. And he recovered it. "They are healing. But slowly. They will definitely leave scars." He says. "I know. Silver always does with us." I say. Then the door opened and one of the big scary vampires was standing there.

Speaking of security, the number seemed to have been decreasing these days, just that I cared less to notice until now that I'm thinking about it. I worked as fast as my shaking fingers allowed, wrapping the heavy bandages tightly around his torso, putting all my weight into the pressure to force the bleeding to stop. He continued to groan quietly, his head rolling back and forth against the pillow, his consciousness drifting in and out of a dark, painful fog. Once the bandage was secure and the dark red stain stopped spreading through the white cloth, I realized his soaked, bloody shirt needed to come off completely. He was shivering, his skin clammy and cold.

What does it matter if we are late? I let her shaking hands go and turn slightly. I hiss as she drapes the cloth doused in herbs on my back; she leaves them there before unrolling the bandage. I hold onto the material tips covering my shoulders while she wraps the bandages around my torso. The dressing is not long enough to do the top half of my back, but the cloth sticks anyway to the drying blood, keeping it covered as my blood seeped into it and held it in place. She ties it off when she is done to hold it in place, and I let my arms fall. My b*****s shoved up my chest from the bandages lifting my bra higher.

I clenched my teeth tightly together while he carefully smeared antibiotic cream around the wound. “Well, it won’t need stitches, at least.” Callum glanced up at me as he recapped the bottle of ointment. “Don’t drink too much of that, by the way. Alcohol is a blood thinner, and I’d prefer it if you don’t bleed right through your bandages.”

Some of the bandages were covered in blood. I just hoped that Obsidian’s blood was going to help him heal.

I immediately opened the medical kit and took the alcohol inside, pouring it on his soles causing him to moan loudly. "Damn me! do you have a grudge against me or is it because you treated me against your will?" He was so angry with me that his two eyebrows met. I just ignored him and wiped clean cotton on his wound. Then I put betadine on it to prevent infection and to stop the bleeding, then I covered it with a white bandage so it wouldn't get dirty or bacteria could get inside. "Next time be careful. I won't be by your side all the time," I stood up and closed his medical kit.

I don't know how many times I mutter ‘sorry’ to him, but by the time I’m done, I’m saying it like a mantra. I used the bandages Mom bought and covered his wounds. He'd need stitches, but I’m not a doctor, so I can't sew his wounds. I don't know how to, and I couldn't even if I was told how to. I would feel like I’m hurting him more than helping him by passing a needle through his skin. Bandages are what we will use to stop his bleeding for now.