Is Dying From Blood Loss Painful Novels & Stories

ZADEN She was paler than usual. No, scratch that, she looked like death. Her breathing was laboured and her injury wouldn't stop bleeding. We hadn't bonded as mates, but I could feel her pain. She was dying, I could feel it. For the past one hour, she had been silent. I pressed my shirt to her wound, clenching my jaw when she let out a small whimper. At this point, she looked small... broken. I had never seen her in such a state. Maybe that's why it hit me hard.

He was out with a slow pulse as she checked his vital signs. It didn’t appear to be a gunshot in a critical area of the body. But his life was in question because he experienced long-term loss of blood. This is what puts his life in danger. If she didn't do something to stop it, and if he continued to lose blood at this rate, he was going to die!

I wanted any sort of relief from the pain, but I had to endure. The black splotches in my vision grew. It would be a matter of minutes before I passed out from the pain. I was surprised that I had lasted this long. He poured more gasoline onto the blade and touched the edge to my shoulder. The gash was bigger than the last, and the same searing pain radiated throughout my body. I let out another pained scream. The darkness covered my vision, and I could feel my body going limp. This was it. I was going to die soon, and there was nothing I could do.

She grabs my hair and I don't have it in me to resist, she slaps me across the face, hard, and I'm sure that is going to leave a red angry imprint on her palm. My clothes are sticking to my back and I have no doubt that it is as a result of the blood running down my back. She pushes my head back and my head hits the ground, giving me a skull splitting headache almost immediately. My vision darkens, my head throbs, the wounds on my back pulsate with a mind of their own, my whole body is a vessel of pain, my eyes are heavy and maybe, just maybe I'll die after losing too much blood and then I never have to face this anymore.

I was about moving my feet from the pool of blood it is soaked in when I felt it, a sharp tear in my back Wesh. Fuck!!, I hate getting sketches, the mother-fucking Eme it takes to heal sketches equals another bed rest, worst nightmare. An axe is being shoved into my back, pretty sure I will be having splitted bones by now, my eyes are getting blurry, oh yes, as a result of too many bloods loss, you tend to lose your vision. I vaguely saw an image of smoke holding something sharp and running towards me before a sharp needle pierced him and the image collapsed cold on the floor.

She was gone, leaving me in the silence, the pain still gnawing at me. I staggered toward the door, leaning against the frame for support. I was so close to collapsing, but I couldn’t. I tried to take a step forward, but my legs buckled beneath me, the blood loss finally catching up to me. I reached for the doorframe to steady myself, but my vision blurred, and before I knew it, I was on the ground, my face hitting the cold floor with a sickening thud. Pain shot through my body, and I couldn’t help but let out a strangled gasp. The world around me spun uncontrollably, and I couldn’t find the strength to rise.

I clamped my ears with my hands to shut out the sound but nothing worked. Then I noticed something liquid trickling down my hands, down to my arms and I gasped. Blood. My ears were bleeding profusely, I clamped it hard, trying to hold it down, but it came pouring out more, everyone was suffering the same fate, howls of pain echoed across the forest and beyond, we were all dying slowly. My vision was getting blurry, I was losing so much blood, my body went numb and I fell to the ground, faintly seeing everyone struggling to breathe and move, they were all dying slowly. Here I was once again, facing death which smiled at me with open arms.

Her face and body turned red as the veins in her neck bulged out, and her breathing became shallow and labored. Blair's lips became dry and cracked, and she was barely able to keep her eyes open as the pain became too much to bear. Every muscle in her body was taut with tension, and her limbs flailed about uncontrollably. She felt like she was going to die, and she begged her friends to make it stop. She didn’t want to die, she still wanted to see her mom and her siblings once more, she didn’t want to go, but the pain was too much to bear for her, she couldn’t hold it.

An agonizing sob erupted from my mouth as excruciating pain passed throughout my body, especially the skull area. A warm liquid pours down my face and my vision starts to blur. I knew if I didn't do anything I would bleed to death. A hiss escaped my lips as pain radiated through my body and the breath went out of me as I tried to stand. I started taking forced breaths to even my shaky breath. After trying and failing after a few attempts I gave up as a wave of exhaustion took over my body and black dots clouded my vision. I sprawled in the middle of nowhere, blood trickling from my skull bleeding to death!

Blood poured from my shoulder, soaking my torn clothes and dripping onto the ground. I pressed a trembling hand to the wound, gasping for air as tears streamed down my face. The pain was overwhelming, each pulse of agony sending shockwaves through my body. But there was no time to recover. Another rogue lunged at me, its growl vibrating through my chest. I raised my arms instinctively, shielding my face. “Stop!” I screamed, my voice breaking as my legs gave out beneath me. The world blurred as I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the end. My shoulder throbbed, the blood loss making me lightheaded, and I knew I couldn’t survive another attack.