Dried Blood Under Skin Novels & Stories

Like he was trying to make it easier for me. I looked at him. Really looked at him. His body was already giving up. His skin looked thin, almost like it was clinging to his bones. Dark lines ran under it, moving slowly like something alive inside him. His blood… it wasn’t even normal anymore. It was black, thick, and dead.

The next couple of photographs were of her wrists and ankles. The wrist bones were light and delicate. The skin lying over them showed no abrasions. No rope burns but there was a faint residual marking. There was a two-inch-wide band that was slightly bluer than the rest. Very slightly bluer. Almost not there at all, but perceptible and slightly swollen, compared to the rest of her forearm. Definitely raised. The exact opposite of a compression. “Found anything?” DI Silver was standing over me holding a thin file. I had been so engrossed that I hadn’t even heard him come into the room.

No one that age should have to see or endure that. I grabbed the hanging shower head and started to run the water over her body, watching the water turn dark pink as it washed the blood from her. The more the water washed away, the more I could see the details of what had happened to her. The lashings were varying depths, some having started to scab over if they were more on the surface, the deeper ones still seeping blood.

Not hostile, but something hung in the air, it made my stomach tighten. *** The patient grew worse. His breathing became more ragged. His skin took on a grayish tint, sweat soaked through his tunic. I checked his arm again. The discoloration had spread, black veins now crawled up his forearm, pulsing faintly beneath the skin. I had never seen anything like it. "Everyone stop." The room went quiet. Elara came closer, she bent down beside me, her eyes narrowing. "What is that?" "I don't know." Maelis stepped forward. She looked at the veins, the pulsing darkness, the way the skin around them had begun to wither.

No, this hits right away like a speeding train plowing into me and tearing me to pieces. Two, I’m naked, but hardly a clean patch of skin is visible as I look down the length of my body. I’m covered in dried blood. I reek of it, and my skin is sticky and nasty. Whose blood is it? Mine? My heart races sickeningly as I search my body for wounds, but beneath the caked-on blood, my skin is smooth. Unbroken. So, I’m not the one who bled like a stuck pig. Who did?

"The trembling suggests fever, the pale skin suggests weakened circulation and the discoloration beneath his nails confirms exposure to extreme cold." She pointed toward his fingertips. "Three nights ago there was a temperature drop." The old man nodded. Several healers exchanged surprised looks, because she was correct. Perfectly correct. Muna's smile weakened slightly. Unfortunately for her… That was only the beginning. Aria moved to the second patient who was young warrior. His skin carried a strange reddish tint, and tiny blisters covered parts of his neck. Several healers had already failed to identify his illness before the competition. The warrior folded his arms and stared at her ske

I shook her, but she remained still and that's when I noticed the unusual paleness of her skin. Of course, she had pale skin, but she was too pale. My gaze flickered to her face only to see that her lips weren't red anymore, instead it had a faint purple tint. For reasons I couldn't explain, cold dread slipped down my spine. She was warm, yes — but her color was wrong… like she was dying in a weird way. I stared at the bloody room which was now dried, and then I wondered if it was blood loss. Without hesitation, I extended my claws and sliced across my wrist. My black blood began rushing out instantly.

But she was still acting like she might burn up at any second. “Do you have a fever?” I asked, unable to shake the nagging worry that she was hiding something. “No,” she replied quickly, far too quickly. The lie stung the air between us. I didn’t need to be a doctor to know she wasn’t getting the care she needed. It was clear from the dried blood on her skin to the absence of a proper bandage. “Did you make the paste yourself?” She nodded, her cheeks darker than before. I leaned in, about to lick her hand again when I froze. “Is it poisonous?”

He said to me, I raised a confused eyebrow at this point. "How do I intend to make it work?" I asked him. "Tissue blood. I mean, when you said you had that covered, I thought I should be seeing blood in a vial or something of the container sorts. Not blood in tissues that seems dried up." He said to me,

But there was more to it than that. Her body had been scratched and torn; I had expected that much. Gashes here and there, peppered by blood I had known would be there. I tore off her jacket, uninterested in her bare body. But her thigh was decidedly void of any dried blood. I peered closer, noting the small, circular puncture wounds in her skin. Microscopic, tiny white crystals barely glistened, but they were there; dribbling out of her leg. My entire body froze. Goddess, no. Kira.