Blood Veins And Bandages Novels & Stories

His skin, even on his upper arm, is mottled purple and an even angrier red as the fabric tears down, and down, until… “No,” I whisper, tears flooding down my cheeks as my chest convulses. A bandage soaked red with blood covers his forearm… right over the scars left from the silver band. I beg myself not to react, swallowing past the lump in my throat, and shiver uncontrollably as I unwind the bandage.

Maeve lunged to grab it, but a bodyguard shoved her back with a kick. "Don't listen to her! She's just using her money to frame me. It's not hard to fake a video!" she cried. Freddie wasn't swayed and watched carefully. The footage clearly showed Maeve getting out by a small convenience stand and buying a bottle of water while wearing that dress, sunglasses, and a mask. A long-time smoker, she took off the mask when she lit a cigarette, and the shop's security camera caught her face. My heart finally dropped from my throat.

I replied, setting the bowl down with a soft clink. He smirked. “You’re trembling.” “I’m not.” “You are.” I ignored him and dipped the gauze into the water. “Hold still.” He did, barely. The bandage ran diagonally across his ribs, clean but poorly secured. As I peeled back the tape, his breath hitched—subtle but there. The skin beneath was angry red, the edges raw where the adhesive had pulled. I worked slowly, carefully, forcing my hands to stay steady even as my pulse thundered.

"I’m going for a walk. Just... I need air." He turned and walked out of the barn. During his walk, he came across a small stream and knelt by it. He splashed water on his face, trying to wash away the heat in his skin. He ripped the bandage off his shoulder and looked at the wound. The hole was still open, the size of a quarter. The flesh around it wasn't red or pink like a normal wound. It was gray. That was not the only thing that was unusual about it. There was a web-like vein spreading from the wound all the way to his neck.

“You’re not hurt?” “No.” My voice came out steadier than I felt, which seemed to be the theme of the night. “Not physically.” His jaw ticked — that same tell from the car, except now I understood exactly what it meant. He was furious, and not at me. He crouched down beside Marco, who one of the medics was already working on, pressing gauze against the wound in his shoulder with quick, competent hands. “He’ll live,” the medic said without looking up. “Lucky. Missed the artery by an inch.”

I crossed the kitchen and gently took the bandage from his hands. "What are you doing?" "You wrapped it too tightly." "I know how to wrap an ankle." I raised an eyebrow. "The circulation to your foot disagrees." For the first time that night, he didn't argue. He simply watched as I loosened the bandage and wrapped it again, making sure it was snug without cutting off the blood flow. My physiology classes had covered enough sports injuries for me to recognise the basics, and I silently thanked every practical session I had complained about.

His right hand slammed down against his knee, his head dropping as he sucked in a sharp, ragged hiss through his teeth, the blood seep on his white bandages visibly widening by a fraction of an inch. ​"Vincent!" I moved before I could stop myself. The duvet fell away as I scrambled onto my knees beside him, my hands hovering in absolute panic over his bare shoulders. "You're bleeding through the tape! You need to clean that! You need medical attention—" ​"Don't touch the tape," he growled, though there was no real bite in it.

"May I?" I nod, he then places the tourniquet on my arm. Then, once he finds a vein, he pierces it with the needle, then attaches the syringe. He quickly draws enough blood from me. He takes out the needle, places it on the tray. He then removed the band and placed a bandage over my small wound. He then places the blood in three different vials. One turns pink. "What does that mean?" I asked as I stared at the pink vial.

"Why is she not awake and tell me about this bandages all over her?" The pack doctor step back and took a deep breath while Beta Alex move to see Nelika lying on the bed. "The bandages would help with the healing that includes the scars as I don't want her to endure it for a longer period of time. However she has an Alpha blood and all of it will vanished after a few weeks time." I let her words sink in and close my eyes for a second to calm my nerves, I was worried to the core that looking at the pack doctor made me wanna throw her out of the window.

After blocking the vein, she removed the bullet using pair of scissors, and then she begin to apply medicine on the wound, she also bandaged the spot using a bandage, after that he apply hot pressure on the wound using Mugwort leaves. Gina and Jude watch with interest as Alexis does her things, neither dare breath, nor do they even said anything to disturbed her, even Jude was a bit interested as Alexis did her treatment, even he acknowledged with a nodding of his head. And after what seems like eternity, Alexis was done, she turned around at Gina. “So I need the blood right now.” She said with a serious expression.