Brisk Bleeding Meaning Novels & Stories

“Lisa, wake up. Wake up.” I shook her, panic rising in my chest. She stirred slowly, her eyelids fluttering open. Her voice was weak and confused. “Vincent… what—” She pressed a hand to her head. “I feel dizzy… what’s happening…” I was shaking now. I didn’t even know when it started, but my hands wouldn’t stop trembling. "Blood." The word came out broken. "Blood, Lisa—you're—God—" I swallowed hard, tried again. "You're bleeding. You're bleeding so much. What's wrong? Lisa, what's wrong with you?"

“You’re bleeding. Why? What happened to you? Are you hurt?” He blinked, startled by my urgency, and immediately tried to lessen the fear, he smiled, dropping his chin, “It's nothing. It's just a nosebleed. I'll heal.” I raised his chin, eyeing him closely there was something about the way he said it. It felt too generic almost guilty. The hair at my nape rose, panic settling in “It's not nothing,” I snapped, reaching for his face, “You are bleeding through your nose. Why? This doesn't make any sense.”

I’m trying to relieve the pressure from the pull on my braids. “Winston!” I scream, but he’s not having any of it. I feel a punch on my face that sends me reeling onto the bed, and the next thing I feel is my head connecting with the corner of the bed. I'm overwhelmed by pain as my hand reaches for the spot, feeling the warmth of the fluid. I am bleeding. ##########

he hesitated. “I can guess,” Heath said darkly. “Brutally,” Greg supplied. “Extensively and repetitively. There is significant bleeding. The nurse is unable to ascertain how bad the situation is at this time because it’s not an easy thing to investigate in a moving ambulance.” “Understood. Will she live?”

I run at Bram and drive the makeshift weapon into his upper back. Bram stiffens and lets out a warped growl. He rips the piece of wood out of his back and drops it to the floor. Blood immediately oozes out of his back, dripping down the backs of his legs. He turns, and takes a step towards me, reaching his bloody hand out for me. I take a step back and slip on the trail of blood forming on the floor, unable to steady myself, I crash onto my back, and a loud puff of air escapes my lungs.

The dark, heavy stain of blood was already soaking through the grey fabric, dripping onto the asphalt. "Oh my god, Jeremiah, your arm," Athena sobbed, her hands shaking violently as she pressed her palms directly over the deep slash to apply pressure. "You're bleeding. You're bleeding so much."

I didn't realize that it was me spewing comforting lies as I rushed to the bathroom, the dread in the pit of my stomach growing with each second as my blood dripped from my nose. * * * A/N : Joy's nose bleeding isn't random. For people suffering from leukaemia, it's difficult for their blood to clot and they occasionally have nose bleeds. It may or may not be severe.

“Stay still.” He steps back instinctively. “It’s nothing.” “Blake.” My voice drops, controlled but trembling underneath. I step closer. Carefully, slowly, I grip the hem of his shirt. He doesn’t stop me this time. I lift it. And the air leaves my lungs. A thick bandage wraps tightly around his lower abdomen. The gauze is soaked, deep crimson bleeding through layers that were never properly secured. A thin line of fresh blood trails downward. It’s still bleeding.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

My eyes widen in horror as I rush to her side as she drags the blade down in one harsh, brutal move. Blood pours from the cut, way too much, way too fast.