Novelas y relatos de Bones The Salt In The Wounds

Third Person's POV She followed up by dusting a layer of black salt over the perimeter of the wounds to insulate the residual aura, preventing the cuts from reopening if his emotions spiked during the night. Finally, she brought out a dark healing salve. The paste smelled of pine resin and wormwood. She used the pads of her fingers to spread the medicine along the edges of the gashes, avoiding the deepest parts and pressing only into the jagged flesh and burn marks. This allowed his natural healing to stabilize rather than letting it flare up into a feverish mess.

He looks at the top corner and removes the woven basket hanging from a small stick that was pinned on the wall. David frowns as he realizes that he’s almost out of salt. Bob climbs on David’s shoulder and he almost puts his hand in the salt basket but David lightly taps his hand. ~We’re almost out of salt.~ ~Salt gone? Salt yummy~ ~Yes, salt makes the food delicious.~ ~What do?~ ~I’ll need to go underground again.~ David frowns as he remembers going underground to look for salt brine. He unconsciously touches his chest. The wound has healed but he still felt a form of phantom pain.

With that, Dean pulled a long barbed whip under his belt, covered with thorns, and handed it to Uncle Marcus. Uncle Marcus swung the whip in the air. It hit the ground so hard that a cloud of white mist rose. The white mist was the atomization of salt crystals after being soaked in salt water. I could easily imagine how much hurt I would suffer when it flogged on my body. The barbs would cut my skin, instantly tearing open a gash. Finally the atomized salt would exacerbate the pain of the wound, making me want to die rather than to live.

"Mr. Ales, how do you know that water and salt can cure them?" I was a little surprised by his question because it was not in my mind. I didn't know that their wounds would heal. Salt is just a natural antiseptic and it's inflammatory. It's basic science. Even in hospitals, they use saline to disinfect wounds. "I didn't expect this either. But I know that salt gets rid of infection and it also gets rid of inflammation," I just answered him because I didn't know what else to say after that. Jehanne's smile widened at me. "I will tell the others to do something like this to treat the wounded immediately," he said goodbye to me and left the tent.

Sybil rubbed her forehead and looked at the bowls. “Okay, the best thing I can do is make a cure here. However there are some dark salt sticks in the cupboard over there. Snap them and place them as close as you can. They are really potent and can clear one’s head rather well. I will be up as fast as I can. How bad are his wounds? What do I need?” She asked.

His moods would last into the next day and his crew found themselves at the mercy of his sharp tongue, and two of them having their flesh lacerated by the whip, delivered with inexorable delight by the boatswain. The knots in the rope tore the flesh, leaving it open to the insects that were drawn by blood and rife with diseases. A quick rub with salt deterred infection but had them weak with the added extra as the salt seared deep into the wound. Murmurs of discontent interrupted their work and leisure all that morning, and were still rife when they sought shelter in the shade of the trees as the sun blazed at its peak, making it too sweltering to do any more.

He set his bag down and began examining her without ceremony, his hands moving so fast, and I stood at the foot of the bed and watched his face and tried to read it. His expression as he worked was not reassuring. "Well?" I said when I could not stand the silence any longer. Edric looked up at me briefly and then back at her. "She has lost a significant amount of blood. Several broken bones along the left side." He pressed carefully along her ribs and she hissed through her teeth. "Shifting would accelerate the healing considerably. It is the fastest and most reliable method for injuries of this severity." "She cannot reach her wolf." He stopped what he was doing and looked at me properly th