Bones The Salt In The Wounds Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

They were already stressing me out. “Now, stretch out your hands and get a swab of the salt on your hands,” she said and I stretched out my shaky hands and then touched the sculpture. It had a powdery textured skin and the moment I took out a swab, the dent I had left on it immediately closed up. “Wow. I’ve never seen it do that,” I said, shocked. “That’s because you have never intentionally taken a swab out of it with a wound on your body. Now, take that salt on your finger and apply it to that wound,” she said and I hesitated for a while.

“Do you like me like this, baby brother?” His body looked disfigured. There were three bullet wounds on his body; one by his side–close to his ribs, one by his waist–right above his waistband, and the other on his shoulder. They had been covered by a band aid. Just as Hayden stared at the wounds, Jarrod ripped out the band aid, exposing the skin underneath. As the band aid was ripped, the open skin emitted a small liquid, a mixt of yellow and red. Now bare to Hayden’s eyes, he could see that they looked gnarly and a tad bit infected.

I say, looking at her and feeling revulsion that something’s alive in my wound. “Bacteria. You don’t have as much as Lane had, but his injury was over a week old, as I said. Raif has done a good job so far of keeping the wound clean, but that would have changed over time. With warrior training, running, pretty much anything and everything you do allows bacteria to get into an open wound,” she says. I frown and sit as I look back at the slide, watching the nasty little blob squirm around. “Is that what I’m supposed to be looking at?”

The towel that Sebastian was using to clean his wounds had salt on it, so every touch of the towel was extremely painful to Zane. However, Zane had to endure it. If the blood clots weren't cleansed from his wounds, there would be after-effects after the wounds closed up. It would either hurt or itch whenever there were storms, and if he was exposed to the cold, he might even have to amputate both legs.

“No one goes there for fear of the undead.” “There are no undead there, no restless spirits, just decaying buildings and memories,” he replied. “You need to rest and can go no further today. There are rock pools which are warmed by the sun. You can bathe in them, and hopefully the salt water will help with your injuries.” Salt water, and a dose of his blood, he thought, but he would need to ease her towards that idea.

When we finished, I stood to clear the plates, but she reached for them first. “I’ve got it,” she said, rising. “You sure?” “Yeah.” She took the plates to the sink, her back to me as she washed them. I leaned against the counter, just watching. The way her hands moved in the water. The tendons in her wrists. Her quiet concentration. I wanted to tell her I was sorry again. But that word had lost meaning now. It wasn’t enough. So I didn’t say anything. I just stood there, in the kitchen with the woman I’d hurt and kissed and touched, and for tonight, that was enough.

The floor covering him was full of blood. "Are you ready for the most exciting part?" I will ask. "Go to hell!" he shouted in pain so I chuckled. "Oh? I already have him." I quickly dumped the salt in the chopped off leg, he completely shouted in pain and it's like a music in my ears. Adding a salt in the wound makes it better even better. He cried while shouting, I heard Furi whistle one more time. "You should taste more of this and died without getting peace," I said laughing and started to cut off both of his arms, he screamed even more in pain. There was more and more blood around me which made me more happy.

Jai knew, but he was lured to shake his head and he did. "It's used to clean anything from the dirty small things that could infect them. Also to clean wounds. That's what salt water do," the teacher answered. It was the almost the same answer that he told Darrion, but somehow he didn't think of that at all just now. Probably the teacher's answer startled him enough to forget, and also the poke. But he got his bearings back quickly from the realization.