Bones The Salt In The Wounds Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but ask. "We were attacked with weapons which were covered in silver and wolfsbane. When they slashed our bodies, at first, our wounds didn't heal themselves because of silver, and later when the doctor removed silver from our wounds, he found that those knives were laced with a high dosage of wolfsbane, which decreased our healing abilities for a few days. Now we are waiting for that wolfsbane to come out of our bodies completely, only after that can these wounds be healed faster..."... {that was a brilliant tactic} ... I can't help but feel sorry for him. "I just hope that next time I will get these types of wounds, I will be saving a good man and not a man like Mr. Wilson"

After cleaning the wounds, I would apply the salve and some bandages that Isaodora remembered to send though I forgot to ask. He sat on the small stool, looking like Hulk sitting on a children’s tricycle, and let me do my work. The adrenaline rush seemed to have gone down since whenever I touched the wound to clean it, he hissed or tried not to. “Does it hurt?” I asked and he answered, “A bit” The gash was deep and there were sand and dirt particles deep inside it. “I had to clean it completely to not let the infection spread through it. “Looks like it was some dangerous metal if it does not allow the wound to heal completely”

He glanced at the wound and forced his focus inward, initiating his healing process. Heat roared down his side. Steam thickened around the bleeding stump, rolling in heavy white waves. Underneath, he felt the crawling sensation of flesh knitting faster than nature ever intended. Muscle fibers twitched and bubbled, clumping together like molten wax sucked back into shape. New tissue crawled out from bone, layering, twisting, stretching. Nerves reconnected in white-hot flashes that made his vision blur.

"Can I at least have a hug before you leave?" "No." "You held my neck so tight. It still hurts." I sighed and hugged him, patting him on the shoulder saying "Can I go now?" "You know that saliva promotes cell movement to help wounds heal?" I pulled back from the hug and said "If you think it is romantic, that is not.” Just as I was about to step out of the house, I said, "One more night and I'll be back to this house. If the wound is still there, I will consider healing it." And I left the house smiling to myself.

The New Log The chapter concluded as the hundred survivors and the medics turned the entire beach into a massive, open-air ward of remainders. One by one, using the clear water of the stream and the rough grit of the obsidian sand, we washed the font from the skin of the casualties until the silver grids and violet calculations were nothing more than dark grey smudges that ran off into the sea, leaving behind nothing but real, scarred, beautiful human bone.

Andrew’s POV I switched bodies with my wolf, whose wounds had yet to heal. I ignored the pain. They would go away on their own. The doctor injected me with vitamins and supplements to speed up my body’s blood production and replace the fluids I had lost during the fight. I thanked the doctor and walked out of the room. Thousands of warriors who fought on the battlefield also received injections like mine. Even though none of my soldiers had died during the five-hour combat, I couldn't deny that many of them had been seriously hurt and required more medical attention.

Scar walked over to Cindy's bed,her eyes warm,you would swear she's different from the person who pushed her down,two storey building. “Cindy my friend,how are you feeling” She asked warmly, sitting beside her. Scar was pleased by the sight before her,from the cast on her neck,her left leg hung on a sling,and right hand hung on her neck. Cindy scoffed at the pretense. “I'm good ,I'm still alive,when there's life, there's hope” Cindy answered with a smile on her face. “I brought fruits for you,heard it helps the body heal fast”

Then he carefully patted the cloth on the welts and bruises. “What are you doing?” I asked with a hoarse voice. “You still have Wolfsbane in your system.” He said. “You can’t heal quickly, so I’m cleaning your wounds so that they don’t get infected.” He carefully washed my arm, then took my hand. “I need to fix your shoulder.” He said. “It’s going to hurt, but just lay still.” I nodded. With a swift move, he put the bone back in the socket and I groaned loudly from the pain.

I said. I leaned against the warm bone surface. I was fading. The blood loss from the grapple wound in my thigh was making the world spin. "Well, Wulfric," I rasped. "You led me to a dead end." As my hand slid down the bone surface, leaving a streak of red blood, the door reacted. The bone absorbed the blood. The yellow surface turned white. Then pink. Veins of light biological bioluminescence shot out from where my blood had touched it.

The IV was changed from the one I had to a fresh bag of saline and lupine. I felt the rush of cold fill my arm as the solution went to work, counteracting the wolfsbane. Then the doctor and nurse started in on my wounds. They weren’t healing. Which is exactly what I needed them to do. Sure, I could have not made them as deep as I did, but I needed this to be believable.