Brisk Bleeding Meaning Novels & Stories

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?"

"Yes?" "You are bleeding." ~~~~~

Brianna shook her head. “We’ll just put a cold compress on it later to help reduce the redness a bit,” Harrison explained, then looked at me. “Brianna has somewhat sensitive skin. Lately, she’s been bruising easily because she’s lacking nutrition and sleep. It’s a good thing this didn’t become a bruise, but the redness might take a while to fade, and people who don’t know what happened might get the wrong idea.” I turned my gaze back to Brianna. “I’m sorry, baby. It was an accident. Are you upset with me?”

“Was it that intense? I thought I was holding back…” To be fair, there had been more passionate times between them before. And she’d never had this kind of pain before. After thinking it over, she added that inflammation or other conditions could also cause bleeding. Kendrick’s face darkened instantly. “Then I’m calling the control room. We’re going to the hospital.” Annabelle tried to calm him down, saying it probably wasn’t a big deal. Maybe wait till tomorrow and see how she felt. Kendrick cut her off sternly, “You’re studying medicine yourself. How can you be so careless? Don’t you know a lot of serious conditions start off as small issues that people ignore?”

Flickering red lights painted the corridors in a strobe-like hell. “Bleeding…” Cedric’s voice cut through the din, pointing to the crimson blood still slicking down my chest. The metallic scent filled my nostrils. I was healing slower than usual. A dull ache throbbed with its own heartbeat. “I’m fine,” I rasped, but the lie was blatant.

Foot on one’s spine, she sneered. “That’s it?” Then—crack—with a flick of her wrist, she snapped the bone in her grip. Her speed made Larkin look like he was in slow motion. Her strikes were deadly precise. Within moments, the room was full of groaning bodies. Briella casually wiped the blood off her hand. Her bandages had come loose from exertion, her old wound reopened. The gauze was soaked through, blood dripping slowly down her arm. Falling, drop by drop, from her fingertip… onto the floor.

Thеу’rе gun mеtаl grey and I grаb twо, оnе fоr mу hаіr whісh is dripping еvеrуwhеrе, аnd the оthеr tо dry mуѕеlf bеtwееn the bruises. It’ѕ thе fіrѕt time I рrореrlу ѕее thе dаmаgе dоnе tо mу neck. Thе bruises are already purple аnd vіvіd against mу ѕkіn. My fоrеhеаd сut іѕ асtuаllу tiny, іt just blеd a lot.

" 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.

Thеу’rе gun mеtаl grey and I grаb twо, оnе fоr mу hаіr whісh is dripping еvеrуwhеrе, аnd the оthеr tо dry mуѕеlf bеtwееn the bruises. It’ѕ thе fіrѕt time I рrореrlу ѕее thе dаmаgе dоnе tо mу neck. Thе bruises are already purple аnd vіvіd against mу ѕkіn. My fоrеhеаd сut іѕ асtuаllу tiny, іt just blеd a lot.

Then blood gushed from Brawen's mouth, soaking a patch of Chris' shirt. His strength was now completely at its limit, the ice cape and mask were all gone, and Brawen's body fell to the ground before Chris had time to react and catch her. A patch of white dress was dyed red in blood, the wound was no longer covered with bandages, the blood from it oozed out onto the floor, eyes with one bright red transparent side - the other blue side was calm and dreamy looking at Chris, Blood flowed out from his mouth like it was painting a lip that was already colorless.