Brisk Bleeding Meaning の小説・ストーリー

“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?"

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.

Angela asked, her voice low and even. Dr Irene smiled a little. “Yes. She’s okay. There’s no internal—” she paused, searching for the words, “internal bleeding or internal harm. She’s going to need to take this,” she said, pointing to one of the blister packs, “for pain and this....” she said pointing at the other "This will help heal quickly and get rid of the bruises faster " Angela nodded once. The woman zipped her bag, gave me a polite nod, and murmured, “Get well soon.”

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?'

Whisper networks spark to life like dry grass catching flame. Tessa spots me first and all but runs across the common area. “Abby!” Her face is pale with worry. “Oh my goddess. Are you okay? What did they do?” “Blood,” I say simply. Her eyes widen. “Blood test?” Briar appears at her shoulder, expression storm dark. “I told you.” Tessa looks torn, between relief that I’m not bleeding out and panic that something’s wrong. “But that’s normal, right? Like… medical. They probably test everyone eventually.”

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.

Her breathing was harsh and fast, her throat wanted to gulp her saliva but its paining like a throne in the throat. She was running without any stop, her legs wanted to rest and heels were bleeding, forehead had a deep cut and red liquid is continuing flowing from it and mixing with the water of her eyes. She wanted to hide the little life of two years born.

My skin prickled where he touched me, a mix of comfort and ache that made my chest feel tight. Claire looked away briefly. She turned her head toward the window, giving us the small moment. Marcus eyes flicked between us but he said nothing. Nobody said anything. The doctor stepped closer. He checked the monitor one last time, the beeping steady but faster than it should have been. “If the bleeding worsens, she needs emergency care immediately. Do you understand me?” Lucas answered before I could. “I understand.” “No stress. No physical strain.” Marcus muttered, “Again, impossible.” He adjusted the bag on his shoulder, his face grim.

Blood spurted out like a spring! The bloody scene was shocking!