Brisk Bleeding Meaning Novels & Stories

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.

" Craig shrieked in defense. "Y-Yeah… Don't be so dramatic, Bryce," Nyla echoed weakly. Dramatic? I looked at her and felt an overwhelming sorrow. "I have a blood-clotting disorder. You've always known that. Even a small nick while I'm chopping vegetables bleeds like crazy, but you never cared. I lost so much blood this time, and you call me dramatic?" I took a deep breath, forcing down the sting in my eyes, and instead let out a laugh.

"She bruises easily and gets tired so fast. All signs of leukemia. It will get worse soon if we don't get her help." Emma's mouth went dry, and her face drained of colour. "And the nosebleed," she said, more to herself than to anyone else, as it dawned on her that she had seen the signs all along. Memory flickered through her mind like camera flashes. First, the image of Jovana bleeding on the day she received the Crestfield call. Yes, the nosebleeds had become frequent. Then there was the bandage plastered on a bruised spot on her arm. Then she recalled walking in the sitting room to find the mood like mourning. And the red eyes of Bridget. She'd probably been crying before Emma entered the

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.

KIRA'S POV The bleeding… it just wouldn’t stop. I stared at my leg again as fresh red seeped directly through the bandage I had wrapped only seconds earlier. It was impossible—absolutely impossible—that a simple cut from a broken piece of glass could behave like this. Cuts sting, they bleed, they throb… but they don’t pour like this. “Seriously?” I muttered under my breath as I pressed another pad against the wound. “Of all days… it has to be today.”

“Before you were bound when you were eighteen, were you always able to heal this quickly?” She nods her head at me. “They hit me," She frowns, "Over and over because the bruises would last a few seconds before fading. Why?” I sigh, “I know I keep saying it, Neah. But healing this quickly, it’s normally because of Alpha blood.” She tugs her hand from mine and shakes her head.

Cold enough to make her instinctively pull her hand away. “What is…” A thin line of blood appeared beneath one nostril. At first, it looked insignificant, no more than a trickle. Then another stream emerged from his other nostril. Someone in the crowd pointed. “He’s bleeding.” The blood continued to flow, creeping over his lips before dripping onto the concrete. It wasn’t the bright crimson red she expected. It was darker. So dark that it looked almost black against the pale gray pavement. A woman covered her mouth. Another stepped backward, clutching her purse to her chest.

Going back into my room, Brittany just shook her head. “There isn’t blood on my shirt, is there?” “No.” Brittany pushed my arm up so she could see. “I’m sorry. He can be an ass.” “Oh, I’m not worried. I can handle this. Pissing off alphas is a specialty of mine. Besides, this isn’t anything compared to a bullet.” “It already stopped bleeding.” “It’s that beta blood for you.” Brittany smiled as she put a wrap around it. “This should hold it until it scabs over so it doesn’t get on your shirt.”

My throat ran dry as I looked at him in disbelief. Liam and Jack grabbed onto my arms dragging me back towards the door. "DAD! PLEASE NO!" I screamed as tears ran down my cheeks blurring my vision. Jack wrapped his hand around my mouth muffling my call out to my dad. It was like everything was happening in slow motion. The tears running down my face staining my cheeks, and blurring my vision. Being dragged out the room, the image of my dad fading away. It was all happening so slow, but the fear and anxiety piling on top of my chest was occurring at a rapid pace, making it harder, and harder to breathe.

I glanced at the fresh hickeys on her neck and lowered my head with a small, quiet smile. My wounds wouldn't stop bleeding, and Brielle's expression darkened. She frowned slightly and asked, "Why are they healing so slowly?"