Isaac Foster Without Bandages Novels & Stories

Isaac throws the phone on that helper's chest. “Are you new here? Don't you know the rules and regulations?" That helper shakes his head. “Words." I flinch at the thundering voice of Isaac. “I-I a-am so-sorry, sir. I-it wi-will n-not ha-happen ag-again." Isaac dismisses him and he starts picking up the shattered pieces from the ground. His figure, trembling badly. My eyes widened when I saw his bloody back. He is wounded. I look away from him when Isaac puts my phone in my palm, circling my finger around the phone, securing it.

"You don't meet people by accident. They cross our path for a reason." "Here all done. Now you get some rest and don't you dare step out of the house." Natalie said as she cleaned the last cut on his back. Natalie had cut his shirt off, then restitched his wounded arm now. Their team doctor gave him an injection for the infection not spread and of course pain killers. Isaac was a bit tired but after been asleep for almost all this time he was now slightly conscious. He turned his head towards her and spoke with immense honesty.

"Let me see." Isaac had meant to pull away, but the warmth of her hand on his cheek and the genuine worry on her face—something he hadn't seen in years—made him momentarily lose focus. Willow carefully removed the bandage from his head, her brow tight with concern. "Who treated this wound? There's no sign of any antiseptic or medicine. That's not how it should be done." "I did it myself," Isaac replied. "You did?" Willow felt a pang in her heart. "Hold still."

The bond screamed with his state: desperation, longing, agony. "Sit," she commanded, gesturing to the single chair. He sat. She found dry clothes—his clothes, Marcus must have left them—and moved to change him. Ash didn't help. Didn't resist. Simply submitted with the passivity of someone barely present. When she finished, his pupils were blown wide, and he breathed like he'd been running. "Don't," he rasped. "Don't come closer. If you come closer, I won't be able to maintain control."

Ford. “No, young man. You have a few tears and busies on your back, the cut to your neck is pretty mild, and you were a bit dehydrated. But we have taken care of all of that. You just need to take it easy,” The doctor flashed his adoring smile at his patient. Isaac was happy that he could go home and that he was okay, but his flight was tomorrow and his dad had demanded to see him before then. That meant that he and his father would be in the same room tonight.

“But don’t go labeling me a puck bunny just yet. I have standards.” “No? That’s a damn shame,” Santiago says, stopping just inches from the mesh. Isaac bites his lip, suppressing a laugh that would surely ego-stroke the Alpha standing before him. “I was actually hoping for a souvenir. A photo for the fans... or maybe just for my bedside table.” “I don’t do charity work,” Santiago retorts, though his eyes drop to Isaac’s snug, charcoal-grey Henley. “Not even for a loyal member of the pack?” Isaac hooks a thumb into the waistband of his dark jeans, tugging just enough to reveal the black elastic of his briefs. “I’m wearing the team colors underneath, if you need visual confirmation of my loyal

As soon as Alessio gave the order, he dropped the bag in his hand and went inside it to pull out a roll of bandage. “You got to help me, Mena,” Donni spoke as we both headed to Isaac’s side. Isaac’s face was pale, and unlike before, we could hear every breath followed by a painful groan. "Isaac, can you hear me?" I asked, trying to see how conscious he was. Meanwhile, Donni was already rolling the bandage. “Help me with his head. Be careful.” Donni instructed. He sounded like he knew exactly what he was doing. Together, we carefully adjusted Isaac’s head so Donni could work around the scissors that were still in his neck. He wrapped the bandage tightly, applying just enough pressure to stop

"There are many things I also want to talk to you about. Wait for me on the roof after school. I have to go back and change clothes. Sorry, my body is full of sweat. You must be uncomfortable." I left Isaac and waved goodbye. "Isn't that a little strange?" I frowned. "Isaac said he dislocated his shoulder while clearing snow in the yard. But I clearly saw a blood stain on his left shoulder. Did something hurt him?" *** ISAAC "Fuck! The wound on my left arm opened again. Did Casey notice?" I rushed to the toilet. I took off my shirt and checked the bandage covering my left arm. Wounds from silver bullets are really difficult to recover from. I've used various potions to heal and cover the wou

Instead, he took a slow breath and then said quietly, “Well then… if none of you will help her…” Before anyone could move, he crouched down beside me. The entire room gasped. He’s wounded and still recovering—dropped to the floor and began picking up the scattered food with his bare hands. The sight froze me in place. I didn’t know what to do, or what to say. He picked up the bread first, brushing off crumbs and dirt. Then he gathered the pieces of meat and used his arm to wipe away some of the spilled stew. His bandaged arm.

What the hell is he trying to do? I clenched my jaw and gritted my teeth. Was he trying to let them cook something about our relationship...? Oh god...! Why can't he let me live calmly? Lisa confusingly looked at me. "A... N..." I parted my lips to decline his help when he took off his jacket and covered my shoulders. And while the process, he whispered something silently into my ears, "If you don't want the black bra and the strawberry print on it to be noticed by the boys behind you, follow me"