Kenapa Bekas Luka Susah Hilang นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the T-shirt he was wearing yesterday was ripped to the shoulder with a blister right where his hickey was last night and now it's been replaced by his peeling skin revealing blood that didn't survive the splash. Axe injured himself to remove the trail of the disastrous bearer? For what? There should be no need. The marks would disappear on their own, especially since they had already faded to almost nothing. "Why are you doing this, Axe!" I couldn't stand it anymore until my voice sounded so bitter. Seeing Axe like this is like committing suicide. What do I have to do to get him back to normal? It's been a while since we've had a consultation with Dr. Felice and I'm sure that's had a big eff

I said to him, He did not respond but simply approached me and pulled me by the hand to his restroom. Grabbing hold of both my shoulders, he turned me to face the mirror. I nearly let off a shocked scream at what I saw. My face had patches of reddish stains apart from it. I was badly bruised and the healing rate was excessively slow. "Why is it not healing fast?" I asked him. "Two things. You're not mated and you were hurt by your presumed mate." He said to me,

The boy I used to know was completely gone. A small, beige medical patch covered a spot right along his jawline, clearly hiding a stubborn bruise. It didn't make any sense. The fight happened two weeks ago, and as a wolf, he should have healed perfectly within hours. Why was he still bruised? I shook my head again, forcing the distraction out of my mind. I needed to focus on Horace and Horace alone. I grabbed my water bottle, swallowed a quick sip, and fixed my eyes back on the ice.

“The…the wound on your back….why isn’t it healing yet?” She asked and it took me a moment to realize what she was talking about. It was the large wound on my back that I had received in the battle against the unknown attacker. The events post that battle had left me busy to even think about my injury or feel my pain. I shrugged, “No idea” Then I stepped towards the punching bag and walked towards it. Again, she walked near me and asked, “This is a serious issue. Why is that wound not healing? You are a lycan and your healing abilities are even more potent than that of werewolves. I suspect foul play here.”

I wonder if this was something perverted but then I feel bad about thinking that way of him as soon as I open my eyes. “I told you, an easy death isn’t his cup of tea.” His entire torso and back, they were replaced with scar tissue. And at lower side of his torso there seemed to be a large unhealed bulging cut. It didn’t seem infected but it was like something was stopping it from healing. “h..ow”

I asked, curiosity pushing through my pain. He smiled, though I could see a flicker of sadness in his eyes. “Silver poisoning,” he explained. “It slows down our healing enough that we have to rely on things like this to heal gradually. Keeps the wounds from getting infected, helps them heal properly.” He opened the kit and pulled out supplies, preparing to tend to my back.

Instead of leaving, I walked over to the door and shut it, before sitting beside her on the bed. “I said you should leave”. “Really? I think I misheard. Anyways, shouldn’t these have healed by now?”, I ask her, referring to the bruises. She wiped away the tears. “I asked you to leave”. “And I asked you a question. Why aren’t they healing?” “They would have, had they not been inflicted with obsidian ore”. “Obsidian ore?” “The one thing that’s harmful to Icelanders. When attacked with it, injuries might take a while to heal.”

“No, but feels like she is trying to push through. I somehow feel her.” “That is good, that means she I’d still be there. And will come back, probably in a few days.” I nod my head. “Until she does you will be healing slower, but you will be good in a few days maybe a week. As for some of the wounds, some were made with silver and I am sorry to say, they will never disappear completely.” I nod my head again. I don’t want to tell everyone what happened when I was sleeping. “Do you have any questions, Luna?” I gulp and look down.

Peaces of her flesh was now missing and she had deep gashes on the skin ghat was still attached. I did all that I could to help heal her wounds but witches didn’t really have to ability to heal fast. We had to pull on our magic to do so and because she deleted her magic when she tried fights them off, she had no time to heal her wounds. I was able to heal her cuts, leaving scars but her missing flesh, she would always have craters.

There is a smooth gold layer covering the area. Even though his face is already deflated and his eyes are still closed, I can already see his lashes. And the surrounding skin is no longer inflamed, making him recognizable. There are still some small green and yellow patches. The bruises have almost disappeared. Several red lines remain, these are the scars that will never be removed. Those will remain forever on him. In a way, they were reminding us all that he was about to lose his life. His hips remain the same. The support they put on him will take a long time to be removed. I was informed that it is possible for Edward to be unable to walk again. I doubt it, he won't let himself be beate