First Aid Sa Nauntog Na Ulo Novels & Stories

" She sighed, this reminds her of the traitor, her ex- fiancé. Speaking of him, they should have called her about the engagement. In her last life, it should be any day this week. Well, it's better that they married sooner since they were together for a long time. When she was kicked out of the house, she found out that he and her stepsister, no, cousin were already in a relationship, before they betrothed her to him. When he saw her complexion turned to normal but was lost in thought, he took the chance to change the topic. He started explaining the importance of first aid. First aid is designed to help non-medical professionals deliver assistance in times of emergency. He praised her will

Holy shit that hurts! Fighting back a wave of nausea, I inhaled slowly through my nose and exhaled out of my mouth until the sensation subsided. I desperately need to eat and get fluids into my system before I become even more dehydrated and risk passing out. But first I'll need to sanitize and attempt to close the wound on my arm. I've cut several pieces of medical tape in the shape to create a butterfly stitch.

I was not ready to back down or let him die on me—maybe it was the vindictiveness I felt, or the unexplainable attraction to this man—so I whipped my gaze around in search of an alternative way to help him…to save him. And that's when my gaze caught onto the red-and-white first-aid box peeking from the bottom part of the closet in the corner. I grabbed it and within minutes, I was prepped to use the best of my zero knowledge about treating an unconscious man with a gaping injury in the side of his abdomen. So help me, God. Crouched over his form, I swallowed deep breaths to calm my racing heart. Then I picked up the saline solution in the box and poured a heavy amount on his injury.

Her father dropped to his knees beside her, his hands trembling as he called her name again and again. “She fainted!” Marian cried. “She just collapsed!” Mary wasn’t responding. Her father’s heart pounded wildly. Fear gripped him so tightly he could barely breathe. He didn’t know what to do. His hands shook as he checked her pulse, his voice breaking. “Call an ambulance! Please—call an ambulance!” Someone quickly dialed emergency services. While they waited, an elderly neighbor suggested first aid. They poured a little alcohol onto cotton wool and held it close to Mary’s nostrils, hoping it would help her regain consciousness.

His trembling fingers press to her neck very gently so as not to break anything that has not broken yet on her body. Thump. Thump. It’s faint. Weak. But it’s there and that is what matters. He lets out a sob, not one of relief, not yet, and proceeds to pull off his shirt in one swift move, folding it to press against the side of her head where blood is flowing too fast. He remembers some first aid through the haze in his head, stop bleeding by applying force to it, he would not want her to die of blood loss, not from the wounds she has just sustained.

Since no one uttered, I guess he is nowhere. I grabbed the emergency kit and decided to give myself a first-aid implementation. Everything on my left arm is pure pain, through its muscles and blood vessels. Honestly, I have no idea how to apply patches, band-aids, and bandages to affected areas of my arms. Should I rinse it first with water or is an alcohol-based solution fine to be safe from infection? I need to hurry because Zayn will be here in minutes– "Eleanor?" Speaking of him, the door revealed his presence.

I explained to Atalanta, hoping it wouldn't make her feel guilty knowing we were staying behind for her. I turned my attention to Suzie; she’d be the one caring for Atalanta the most. “Drinking and eating will be painful; cold stuff helps. Ice cream and cold water. Ice packs on the throat.” I didn’t need to read the list Nurse Viola had given because I knew from experience how painful this type of injury could be.

She noticed that Ullysis’s eyes were closed, and he wasn’t moving. “Fasten your seat belt,” she reminded him. No reaction. Frowning, Shantal repeated, “Ullysis, fasten your seat belt.” Still no reaction. Shantal’s heart dropped a little. She reached over and touched his forehead. The temperature she felt with her palm seemed higher than before. “Ullysis!” Shantal shook her shoulders. Ullysis could hear Shantal calling him, but his head hurt too much. Even opening his eyes would drain all his strength.

Aurora felt like she was talking to Phelan from half a year ago, a tough man and good at manipulating others. After a moment of hesitation, Aurora finally carried the first aid box towards Phelan. She took tweezers to pick up a cotton swab, dipped it in a potion, and then gently dabbed it on the wound on his body. She applied the medicine first to the strong chest muscles, then the back and abdomen. In the neck, Aurora tries to be gentle because this is a rather sensitive part of a man's body. As the cotton swab grazed Phelan's throat, she heard him moan softly.

Someone threw a first aid kit back to us as the other SUV peeled out in a spray of gravel. "Go!" Corvin shouted. "GO!" The driver — a woman I didn't recognize — slammed on the gas. The SUV lurched forward, tires screaming, fishtailing on the road before finding traction. Fao was already tearing open the first aid kit, his hands shaking as he pressed gauze against my thigh. The pain made me hiss, but I grabbed his wrist. "You first. Check your side." "I'm fine—" "Fao." I put every ounce of steel I had into my voice. "Let me see."