Brisk Bleeding Meaning Mga Nobela at Kwento

I sneezed out another lump of clotted blood from my nose, resulting in a painful non stop nose bleeding "Damn it, it isn't a good sign.."

Amy screamed in fright, "Nisbet, you're bleeding! Your face is bleeding!" Nisbet reached up to wipe his cheek, his hand covered in blood. A hint of unease crept into his mind. Looking at the group behind him, he shouted angrily, "Why are you all crying out? It's just some minor flesh wounds. Pick up the guns!" "Our wrist arteries are severed... the bleeding won't stop..." Someone trembled as they spoke. At this rate, they would lose too much blood and die! "Arteries severed?" Nisbet froze.

Instantly making it's head explode sending skull fragments and decaying flesh flying in every direction, splattering both Brisia and Alesia. .... "Fuck... I didn't see that one coming." Brisia grumbled picking a scrap of flesh from her arm and dropping it on the ground with a small splat noise. "Yea I don't think I like this method much either." Alesia agreed plucking a small piece of bone from her arm dropping it to the ground, her injury instantly healing.

I said sharply. No response. Her breathing hitched again. Worse this time. Krager moved closer instantly. “She’s losing too much blood,” he said. My heart dropped. “What?” He reached toward her side. And that’s when I saw it. The blood. Not just smeared. Flowing. Dark. Fresh. It had soaked through her clothes, dripping down slowly, steadily, unnoticed in the chaos, in the movement, in everything we hadn’t stopped to see. “No,” I breathed.

"But he or she looks healthy. I think we're just dealing with a false alarm here." "But there was so much blood..." I hear myself say. "I was sure..." "Some women experience bleeding early on. Especially if there is some sort of...friction involved," the doctor says. "And I suspect you didn't actually bleed as much as you think, especially if you were on the beach. The water probably diluted the blood, making it look like more than it was." She smiles. "You did the right thing by coming in, but in my opinion, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. I suggest you take it easy for a few days, and definitely come back if you notice more bleeding, but you should be just fine."

I work with it every single day. I know the difference between fresh and old, arterial and venous, the way it changes when adrenaline is high or when the body is already giving up. Recognizing it wasn’t hard, my body reacted before my mind did. Blood doesn’t lie, It doesn’t flirt neither does it exaggerate. It tells you exactly how much time you have left. As I walk to get a clearer view the scent grows stronger now, heavier, pooling somewhere it shouldn’t be, I already knew whatever was bleeding out there wasn’t just a scrape or a drunken fall.

The doctor was confident. “Yes, I’m sure of it. It’s not necessarily true that heavy bleeding connotes serious wounds. At worst, her fall might accidentally trigger an older leg injury, and since it’s connected to some of her leg ligaments, it elicited a sudden jolt of pain that could, understandably, cause her to faint in agony. Either way, when the IV drip finishes, she will be ready to go home. Right now, she’s already awake.”

I pursed my lips. “Adrenalin will do that to you, it decreases pain sensitivity, but it also increases your heart rate which causes blood pressure to rise and ultimately cause you to bleed out faster. It's a double-edged sword really.” She supplied as she checked my vitals and noted down her findings.

This time, when I looked at my hand, I could see blood. My blouse was already dampened with the blood. Immediately Brenda saw the blood, she ran off. I was left there, helpless and weak. I tried to calculate the chances that someone would visit the back of the tent pretty soon, because I was losing a lot of blood

Blood was flowing quickly—new deep, gathering swiftly. “Chase " I hissed quietly withdrawing. "Your leg—” "I'm okay, " he murmured. However his voice was scarcely audible. His skin had taken on a tone beneath the bruises. His eyelashes trembled as if he was fighting to remain conscious. “No you aren’t." Fear gripped my throat. "Chase you’re losing much blood—”