First Aid Sa Nauntog Na Ulo Novels & Stories

Arjun asked his mother "Mom, where's the first aid kit?" Anna sat Suhana on the bed and answered him "In the bathroom," Arjun ran to the bathroom and in a few seconds, he came back with the first aid kit. Maansaa examined her and saw a light scratch on her left knee. Arjun gave her a first aid kit and said "Aunt Maansaa, is there any serious problem? If so then I call the ambulance?" Everyone noticed his anxious expression, Jai Kaur shook his head helplessly and two women started smiling.

“NOW!” I grabbed the first aid kit and ran back to Antonio. I kneeled beside him and took the scissors out of the kit. “What are you doing?” Antonio snarled. “I’m cutting your pants so I can look at the wound, or would you rather bleed to death?” I scoffed at him. “Fine,” Antonio huffed. I started cutting his pant leg up to where his wound was. “It doesn’t look that bad. It’s the outside of your thigh, so no major arteries,” I advised. “I’m going to clean and bandage the wound. It might hurt a bit.”

But she quickly composed herself and, wiping her tears, tried to remember how to give first aid to a patient in such a situation. Anna immediately got up and went to the couch nearby, bringing back the largest pillow from there. She placed the pillow under Mark's legs so that his feet remained higher than his head. After this, she started unbuttoning Mark's shirt so that he could breathe easily. Although her hands were trembling badly due to panic during this time, it took her a long time just to open the two buttons near Mark's neck.

I went into the bathroom and found a first aid kit and rushed out to treat his wounds and cuts. A small shard of glass hanged on his forehead where he had a deep cut. I slowly took the shard off and applied antiseptic liquid wiping his wound with a cotton wool. I applied bandage on all of his open wounds and cuts and touched his face. I gasped feeling his temperature hot. He was running a high fever from being out in the storm. I wondered worriedly how long he was like that and under the heavy rain he was bound to catch a cold.

another pup added. “Well, thank you so much, but I’m not a trained medical professional," I said. “Don’t forget to always rush to the pack hospital for proper medical care. These herbs can only be used as a first aid to help reduce bleeding or infection. Proper treatment is done at the pack hospital, by trained doctors.” Alfred got to his feet and yelled. “Let’s all get up and give our Luna a round of applause.” The pups and the teachers got to their feet and clapped, making me smile as warmth spread through me.

Natalia says as she raises her hand to show him, blood Still coming out of the would slowly. Without saying a word, Noah gets the first aid box and tends to her injury. “We are going to the hospital after I do this.” He mumbles.

She desperately wanted to tend to him, but the memory of his earlier rage made her pause, fear rooting her momentarily. Okay, fine—if calling an ambulance feels too risky right now, at least I can provide some basic first aid to stop any infection and ease the pain! she decided resolutely. Gloria hurried back downstairs as quietly as possible, grabbing the well-stocked first aid kit from her bathroom cabinet. She also filled a small basin with warm water, snatched a clean towel, antiseptic wipes, bandages, gauze, and ointment. Taking one last deep breath to steady her trembling hands, she returned to the penthouse and carefully lowered herself to sit on the cool marble floor beside the sofa,

“Cal. Calum.” The roaring in my ears drowns out the voice of reasoning. My chest heaves, my mind is a blur of thoughts. Is he dead? Shit. I jump to my feet. I’m freaking out. I’m panicking. I’m losing it. How do I check for his pulse? What the hell am I supposed to do? I take deep breaths. I can do this. We were taught how to do this in school. I just have to remember, pretend I’m about to render first aid. Pressing my ear to his chest, I listen for his heartbeat but I hear nothing. My ear moves to his nose and I feel a faint rush of air. He’s okay.

His heart scolded him. Elena brought the first-aid box and started wiping the blood off his knuckles. They were turning blue. She first treated the wound on his brow and put a bandage on it. His eyes were looking at her face. Then she turne to his knuckles.

He walked out, muttering about sending someone soon to bandage her up. “No, please! Come back!” But he was gone. “Audrey?” “Becca…” Audrey gulped, trying to hold on to the fire she had before. “What do I do?” “Roll over. Roll over onto your stomach. Press yourself in the floor. It should help to stop the bleeding. Tell me when you’re done.” “Done,” Audrey said after about a minute or so. “It hurts. It’s hard to breathe this way.” “I know. But we’re going to be okay. We will.”