Juuzou Stitches Novels & Stories

Luzo added. I nodded. I wasn't going to argue with them. I tried to get more water in Adrian but it didn't work. Even Aklan and Luzo tried to, but nothing worked. Once the wound was clean, Luzo started to rip a shirt apart for bandages. "Doesn't it need stitches?" I asked her before she could continue. They both looked at me with a frown. "I don't know what that is." Luzo said to me. I sighed. I had never stitched someone up, but the gash was too big to let it heal by itself. The slice was 5cm wide.

Phoebe's gaze fell on the damaged part of the wedding dress, her brows furrowing slightly. Without hesitation, she skillfully opened the sewing kit, delicately picking up the needle and thread with practiced ease. The issue wasn’t difficult to fix—her proficiency in needlework made it a simple task. With unwavering focus, she threaded the needle and carefully embroidered a petal over the torn area. Each stitch, precise and meticulous, concealed the flaw seamlessly.

Apocalypse With my eyes on his sleeping face, and by touching him with feather light hands, I made sure he didn’t wake up, while I created a Shibari art with some Asanawa rope. The rope consists of three strands of jute thinner ropes twisted together. This made it strong but also soft and flexible at the same time. I knew as soft as it might feel, if knotted too tight the rope can bite painfully into the flesh. I needed to put the right amount of tension when making the knots to keep him tightly bound but not to hurt him. At least not too much, I smile at that thought.

He grinned back at me. I doubled up the string, made it as thick as possible so it didn’t break going through my skin. I took a deep breath. I pinched the skin of my leg together and pushed the needle through; I connected the two pieces together. I hissed out as I pulled the needle and string through. I made a knot and went in for another stitch. My hands shook as I continued to make the stitches. Five minutes went by, and I completed my last stitch. I made ten haphazard stitches along the cut; it would scar, but it wasn’t bad for what I had available. “Not bad,” Joe said as he watched me cut the string with my teeth.

General Aodren’s face had been beside mine. I pulled the needle through too far. “No.” I corrected the tension. Again. Stem. Leaf. General Aodren had leaned closer. Not accidentally. Well. Possibly accidentally. No. He had been looking at the stitch. That was why. He had wanted to see how the needle changed the work. Perfectly sensible. Then he had remained there. Also because he was looking. Probably. I placed the next stitch. It was crooked. I stared at it. Absolutely not.

The dragon transformed back into his meat suit. "Holy mother of hell!" He raved, biting down hard on his bottom lip as saliva leaked down his chin. "Hold still," Prudence warned, then she used her fingers to clutch the wound together, and with precision, she began to stitch him up. It was an elongated wound, and with every stitch, they noticed the thread was disappearing. "There, all done," Prudence whispered as she knotted the end of the thread. "How did you do that?" Zoey asked.

he inquired his gaze riveted on her hand. “Depends how large or small the affected area. For this, almost immediately,” she generously responded. “There are latex gloves in the medical bag. You will need to use it for the stitching.” He stood up to wash his both hands with soap, dried it with clean towel and pulled out new latex gloves from its box. Aurora instructed him to get some Nonabsorbable sutures, and the type of needle to use. Everything was sealed and sterilized. She then explained how to put the thread on the needle. Jared needed his eye glasses to complete the task. He was stunned to see that they were not going to use a standard needle but a suture needle

As I reached for the gauze on the table, I made my move. With practiced ease, I slipped the razor from his waistband and tucked it into the back pocket of my jeans. Joey, too preoccupied with the pain, didn't notice. I tied off the final stitch and straightened. "You're good to go." I said briskly. Joey grunted in acknowledgment, standing with a wince before shuffling off. I exhaled quietly, my fingers brushing against the razor in my pocket. It wasn't much, but it was enough.