Blood Veins And Bandages Novels & Stories

I knew he said I was lucky, but honestly, I wasn't feeling too lucky at the moment. "Wash the wound with clean water 2 times a day and do not use peroxide or alcohol; it could slow the healing. If you want, you can cover it with a thin layer of petroleum jelly, like vaseline, and a bandage, which is what you have on now. Replace the bandage as needed and make sure to keep it clean and dry. If you need, an ice pack can also help with the swelling," he rambled.

But it’s not the stab wound that has me worried… it’s the black veins spreading out from the wound. What the hell is that? “Chris, listen to me, it’s going to be okay,” I tell him, though each word is coming out breathless. I grit my teeth as hard as I can as another wave of hot stabbing pain radiates through me. I’m trying to ignore it but fuck me it isn’t easy. Torie comes up and hands me a shirt and helps me slip it on, doing her best not to touch my skin. “You’re still bleeding,” she says with worry.

If it wasn’t from that experience though, I might give up and watch Colt as he died in vain. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed deeply. “Iris, are you okay?” A loud banged from the door echoed, but I could barely stand on my own feet to continue giving Colton my blood. Use a tourniquet to spot the vein, then insert the needle. When there’s a backflow you’re in, remove the tourniquet. Apply adhesive to secure it, but the bag should be ready; connect the set to the bag then let the blood flow until it reaches the end of the set. Use the regulator to adjust the blood drip, then connect it to him. Good luck!

I had to set it and get it closed if I had any hope for her to live. The blood flow needed to be stopped before she bled out. Leaning up on my knees, I one-handedly ripped my belt from the loops. I tied it off just above her knee and watched as the blood from her wound slowed down to a few small drips that escaped down her leg.

Within minutes, a few of them rushed in, carrying a tray filled with bandages, cotton, Betadine, and alcohol—everything we needed. “Here, ma’am,” one of them said, placing the supplies on the table. “Thank you. That’ll be all,” Victor dismissed them. As soon as they left, I turned back to Vince and started cleaning his wounds. I poured a bit of alcohol onto the cotton and gently pressed it against a cut on his arm. He flinched. “Sorry,” I muttered, but I didn’t stop. “It’s fine,” he said under his breath. The door suddenly opened again.

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.

It was a very good thing for both of us though. Third thing, my wounds finally ceased from throbbing, even the chronic episode of headaches and the fuzzy visions are completely gone. It’s really such a huge of relief. The ointments that Idris applied on them are actually working. It doesn’t look like it’s healing sooner though. Every time I change the bandage, I always see some fresh blood that I have to clean over and over again.

“Benny, you need to see the pack doctor the moment he’s back tomorrow. You’re going to need this properly closed and you need antibiotics. Don’t put weight on this tonight.” I looked up at the workers around him. “Someone needs to stay with him. Watch for increased swelling, skin going cold or blue around the dressing and fever. Any of those things, you find me immediately.” “Yes, miss.” Two of them said at the same time. I stripped off my gloves and stood. Camille looks very proud of me. “What?” I whispered feeling myself blush. “Nothing.” She handed me a water bottle. “You were good.” “It’s what I trained for.”

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.