Blood Veins And Bandages Novels & Stories

I felt my chest tighten with worry. I walked into the room. I could hear the beeping of the monitor. Charles had an IV drip running, probably to keep him hydrated and give him his pain meds. His wound looked black now and the veins around it seem to be spreading this darkness. Dark black veins could be seen through his skin. They spread all throughout the upper right half of his torso, and seemed to be spreading fast.

"I don't like being bound by bandages. Take them all off!" "Your Highness, you were injured by the vines, and you have many wounds. You've lost a lot of blood, and the bandages on you are for stopping the bleeding," the doctor explained. I've applied a hemostatic ointment to the bandages. It will help your wounds heal faster. Please bear with it for a little longer, and we'll be able to remove the bandages soon." Hearing the doctor's explanation, I felt quite curious. Kral was injured by vines, and it seemed quite serious?

My crystal. She wrapped bandages around my abdomen and bicep. I assisted her until she was done with one last tape on the edge of the bandage. "That's all done," She affirmed, leaking a small smile with light claps. I tried to sit but whined when a current sored my veins and travelled up to my chest.

Dried blood has made the bandage get stuck in the wound and when she finally manage to get it off it starts to bleed more. "you have to get this stitched! The gap is too big and I'm afraid you have a bit of a branch still in the wound, making it bleed more!" she says and gets some bandage and puts some pressure on the gap before she starts to wrap a bandage around my thigh. She uses two of them before she is done.

I irrigated the deep area with a vial of pure moonwater, watching with satisfaction as the enchanted liquid fizzed and hissed against any lingering taint. Once the wound was purged, I began the process of bandaging him, wrapping layers of fine linen soaked in a cooling herbal salve around his torso. I made sure it was tight enough to support the muscles, but loose enough to allow him to breathe. "I think we are done here," I declared, stepping back and wiping my bloodied hands. "He still doesn't look good to me," Yvonne protested, her voice laced with suspicion.

Just skin, ink, blood, and rain. I grabbed his belt, yanked it from his waist with trembling hands, and twisted it into a makeshift tourniquet just below the wound. He groaned in his unconscious state, but I kept going. My fingers moved fast, working with instinct more than thought. The bullet went through, clean, but dangerously close to the brachial artery. If I don’t control the bleeding, he’d be gone before sunrise. I ripped off the bottom of my dress and packed it into the wound with shaky hands, holding pressure, whispering his name over and over like a mantra.

I can tell he’s keeping his touch light even though he’s moving a bit more. She responds to him the way I need, giving me the mere seconds it takes to place the needle into her vein. She yelps and starts to cry but he’s on top of that too. He knows that she’s already done and nothing else is going to happen. Since this is only temporary, I place a bandage over where the needle is placed before I place a stiff board padded with foam under her palm and wrist before wrapping it with an ace bandage. I’m keeping it simple so I can remove it easily before we go to bed. She settles down quickly listening and feeling Cole’s support. I'm pleased and impressed with how well he did in a support role.

He took a deep breath, drawing strength from within, and stepped out into the world, prepared to face whatever lay ahead. Standing before the foggy mirror, Ashier carefully unwrapped the bandage around his wound. He winced slightly as he peeled it away, revealing the still-healing gash on his side. Gently, he cleaned the area with antiseptic, his movements deliberate and focused. As he applied a fresh dressing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that the injury was not more severe.

It was easy to carry, and the colored bullet could go quite far. Miss Randell was about to ask us to go to our house bases when Ace grabbed me by the hand. He looked frustrated at me, "Your hip." I looked down on my hip. I was wearing black leggings and a long-sleeved dry fit. The bandage that I did on my hip was actually obvious, I didn't even realize it until now. "Bandaging that would only make it worst, blood won't be able to flow properly," a few people from Beta turned our way.

It finally dawned on me that I am more emotionally damaged than I thought and I know getting over this might take a long time. Raising myself unsteadily from the floor of the bathtub, I closed the shower tap before stepping outside the tub. Running my body briskly with the big towel, I stared blankly at the blood stains on it before dropping it in the laundry basket. Knowing I had to stop the flow of blood before I faint from loss of so much blood, I moved to the first aid cabinets and sluggishly, I brought out the white bandages and with more of doggedness than finesse, I soon had the bandages wrapped around both palms and knuckles.