Dried Blood Under Skin Novels & Stories

I waved the gun at him before dropping it on the floor, “See? No more bullets. Now come help me.” The young man finally closed the distance between us and set the basin of water beside me as I began to peel off the clothes from Felix's body. His eyes grew wide with surprise as he grabbed my hands to stop me, “What are you doing?” “Trying to look for a good spot to draw some blood,” I replied calmly. As I took off his shirt, my eyes caught a strange mark on his skin so I examined it closely to find out what it was. “What's that?”

Broddi said after a moment of studying my face. "Why?" I questioned, though my arms were already in Broddi's hands. He turned over my arm and looked at the inner of my wrist, examining my palm. Slowly and tenderly, he began wiping the blood away, even though it was dried to my arm. Somehow, miraculously, in the light way he rubbed my skin, the dried blood went away, not even leaving a stain. I stared in awestruck wonder at Broddi the entire time, allowing some emotion onto my face.

For me, today is a black day. Once I put my underwear, I looked back at the mirror and examined my wrist just below my palm where I had a fresh purple stain half day ago and now it has turned into dry brown like I had a bruised wrist a week ago, not yesterday. How it's possible? And then I turned my back to examine the ugly wound which will definitely leave a permanent scar, and to my surprise, the wound has faded completely and I can see the faint trace of the scar if I look more closely and I can't even feel any pain.

My brows creased in confusion and concentration as I observed other parts of her sheet pale body that had been hidden by her light maroon quilt. Even her skin felt rubbery and extremely dry to the touch. Her veins were visible on her skin and lines of blue blood could be seen passing within. It was definitely contaminated as well. It seemed from her skin colour she lacked a great deal of oxygen and would probably go into hypoxic shock in any following minute. I had to work fast before that happened. That would be a disaster. I bent down to my bag as an idea popped into my head and started rummaging through it for some particular herbs that I was hoping could stop the degeneration process for

He steps back toward the high table, setting his clipboard down on the metal counter with a soft click. “Let me see your arm, then. We will start with the upper limbs and check for any deep lacerations from your time in the woods.” He reaches out, his fingers wrapping firmly around my right forearm, pulling it slightly toward his chest so he can inspect the superficial scratches left by the frozen brambles. But as he pulls, my torso naturally twists, bringing his direct line of sight close to the lower half of my shirt where the dark, unmistakable stains of dried blood have soaked through the fabric near my lower spine.

It wasn't a food stain. It was blood. Thick, dark, dried drops of blood, splattered across the cuffs of his trousers in a large frantic pattern.

Now there was way too much of it, more than she had ever seen come out of anyone. The dark blood had soaked completely through the duvet that was underneath him, staining the expensive fabric and turning the green color almost completely black in some places. There was even a dark pool of the stuff that had gathered right under his head where it kept dripping out of his mouth every time he coughed or tried to speak. The smell of it was horrible too, like something had gone rotten inside his body.

"Is that okay?" "Yes." He grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and slowly pulled up the hem, revealing the bare expanse of her lower back to his gaze. She was beautiful. It was impossible to ignore that, even at a moment like this. But the sight of her blood dripping down her skin was quick to cool his desire. There was so much of it. Some had already dried against her skin, a dark red-brown that made the brighter, still-wet streaks look all the more obscene.

“Yea, I think so. I’m sore but it’s not a lot of blood. I think we got a little carried away.” Osiris laughed, “We? Gorgeous, that was all you. Let me check you to make sure I don’t need to call for the pack doctor.” Osiris pushed me back and spread open my legs, he checked the blood on my inner thighs and saw that it was drying, “Open a little.”

I took in his injuries, starting with the back of his bald head where dried blood had pooled. His back had long purplish marks that winded up to the sides of his ribcage. Looked like he had been beaten up with something that stretched like rubber. The marks were deep enough to leave lacerations. The blood had dried up along the lines but the damage was clearly visible.+