Is Dying From Blood Loss Painful Novels & Stories

She smiled, brushing a hand on his cheek. “Your heart is going to pump faster, trying to cover up for all of that blood loss, and your lungs, you are going to feel like they are filled with liquid. And that will be your blood. Two minutes in you will feel like you are burning from the inside, and 30 seconds later, you will pray for the pain to stop. It won’t. It will only get worse.” She pulled her hand back, only to place it on his bicep. I expected her to be rough with him, jab the needle in the exposed part of his skin, but my baby surprised me further.

That light was too pure and bright, revealing me for who I was. The filth churning inside me was something detestable and loathsome. It was so overwhelming that I did not dare to touch it. After it happened a few times, Ethan developed stomach problems. When I was not paying attention, he would endure the pain silently with his brows tightly furrowed. He was too afraid to let me find out and never told me. It was not until one morning, after staying up all night to care for me, that he fainted from the pain at his office. That was when I realized just how severe his condition had become.

Terror covered me from head to toe. I crawled as best as I could, but the pain forced me to stop. The more I tried, the more blood I lost. I cried desperately, losing strength. I was about to faint; my blood pressure was dropping fast. “Kiara?” I heard Thomas’ voice from the other side of the door. “You’re taking too long, are you alright?” “Thomas!” I said, barely audible. I don’t think he heard me, but Thomas came in anyway, instinctively. When he saw the scene, his face went pale.

Branches snap as it disappears into the dark. I collapse back, gasping, sweat dripping down my face. Relief should come, but it doesn’t. My leg is gushing blood, hot rivers soaking through shredded joggers. My hand is worse...skin peeled, muscle chewed, everything sticky and raw. I try to stand. My body refuses. My arms shake when I push against the ground, and I drop back down hard. I know what’s happening. My pulse is thready, weak. My skin feels cold even though sweat clings to me. My heart is hammering fast, trying to keep me alive, but there’s too much blood loss.

Chapter 96: No escape from your bloodline. Maya's POV Time froze for a split second as those words rushed out of his mouth. Blood! But I was fine and just a little bit weak from exhaustion and stress from pushing myself too hard. If I had lost a lot of blood during labour, was that the reason why I felt different pains at the same time? The pains literally felt like I was about to die. All this from blood loss. “Excuse me,” I chorused out of shock and unbelief.

I had a tumor in my stomach, and I would not live much longer. Donating my bone marrow would inevitably become the greatest catalyst to push my death forward. I would not leave the operating table alive. “It’s fine.” The pain on my body could not compare to the pain in my heart. Since no one looked forward to my living, it would be better if I just died. The nurse who had held my phone for me came back in a hurry. Her eyes sparkled, as if she was giving me my final hope. Jacob York, my boyfriend’s name, shone on the screen, and it stung my eyes.

All the pain was shooting through me, and now, more than ever, I wanted to lose consciousness , so I could at least take a break from recieving signals of the pain, but I couldn’t. Even with my eyes unable to see anything, I could tell that I had been moved into a room because immediately I felt a clothe brush through my face, his hands left mine and I was left with nothing but medicines filling my nostrils. The moment his hands left mine, I could no longer feel anything. All I kept feeling was blood rushing out of me, causing me to grow even weaker as I struggled, forcing myself to lose consciousness. “She has lost a lot of blood.” I heard a feminine voice say as I closed my eyes.

"It would have been an extremely painful death. Bruising over the whole body, even light pressure would have been agonizing. Constant nosebleeds. The pain in her organs would have been like being repeatedly struck by something blunt. By the end, she would have been struggling to breathe." Mama's hand jerked, and she almost stopped breathing. She slid down the wall onto the floor. She thought about the nosebleed earlier. She thought about the way I'd gone so pale. She grabbed handfuls of her own hair, threw her head back, and a sound came tearing out of her. "It was me. It was all me." Her body gave one violent shudder, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted. The room froze. Pain rippled throu

Though today it was different, kinder somehow. I groaned again in pain, trying desperately to focus my eyes, but they didn’t seem to want to cooperate. Why did I feel this way, was it because Vincent had taken so much of my blood? Is this what it felt like to be dying? Silas laughed, “You aren't dying, the pain is a side effect of the venom we administer to keep you weak whilst we feed, it will pass.”

My body shakes from blood loss and even though I am being dragged, I can’t help but be grateful that I don’t have to stand any longer. My legs took most of the deep knife strokes, leaving behind exposed shaky muscles and mangled skin that itches as it tries to knit itself back together. Yet that isn’t where my pain radiates, no my pain stems from the gaping wound in my chest that makes breathing harder with every passing moment.