Leave Love Bleeding In My Hands Novels & Stories

Chad tossed the swab into the medical waste bin and said flatly, "No. She only has a superficial wound. You had an episode and couldn't control yourself. You won't be held legally responsible." "But she was bleeding so much. The way she looked at me was terrifying." "That was just her water breaking, mixed with some blood. It looks worse than it is. She's a medical student herself. She knows how to avoid having her vital organs injured." Chad leaned down and blew gently on Lucy's elbow, which had already stopped oozing blood. "Look at you. You know your blood doesn't clot well, so why were you running around? What if this scrape wouldn't stop bleeding?"

I urged, my voice cracking. She brought her hand up. In the dim morning light, her fingers were coated in a thick, dark crimson that looked almost black. A jagged, broken gasp escaped her throat, and then the trembling started. This turned into a violent shudder that took over her entire body. "Lie back," I say as I rise from the bed, go to the bathroom, and grab a couple of towels. "Are you hurting?" Her legs spread out before me, and I wiped the blood from her enough to see that the bleeding had stopped.

His face is clear from those wretched silver marks, which makes me feel relieved. My legs tremble as I bend towards the leaf, a wave of dizziness threatening to pull me under. Elijah’s hand, warm and assuring, presses against my back in support. I keep one hand on his shoulder, grateful for his help and steadying myself, I reach for the leaf. It lays limp on the ground, its vibrant red color turned black. I hiss as I feel a burning sensation on my hand while holding the leaf. Elijah steps forward to take the leaf from my hand, but I shake my head.

She rolled her eyes. “How do you know it’s fluxo?” Damon asked a question that didn’t seem to cross my mind because of my inner struggles. “Uhmm.. I.. I am not sure but..” iris stutters through her words. “Do you have any tangible evidence?” He threw another question at her. All eyes fixed on her. “Floxo has an after red effect it leaves on a person's hand even when handled carefully. Lara hand doesn’t have that.” Freya chipped in.

My hands moved on instinct now, training kicking in where panic failed. I grabbed the dried neem leaves, crushed bitterleaf, and a pinch of turmeric root powder. Neem to prevent infection. Bitterleaf to slow the bleeding. Turmeric to reduce inflammation and help clotting. I poured a little warm water into a bowl, mashed everything together quickly, forming a thick green paste. When I returned to him, his eyes were half closed. “Hey,” I said, tapping his cheek lightly. “Don’t you dare sleep.” He groaned in response.

Exhausted and weak, she sank to the floor and continued crying. Black streaks had formed along her cheeks as her dark eyeliner smeared across her face beneath the tears. This had become the worst day of her life. Conflicting emotions and countless thoughts clouded her vision. She was crying, yet she didn't even know exactly what she was crying over. All she knew was that she was crying over her lost love. A love that had been destined to die before it had even been born. She cried for herself. For what she had done to herself.

She teased, smirking and I couldn't help but blush harder and glare at her, which made her laugh out loud. The light teasing went around for a while, and although I was shy, it eased the heaviness in my chest. But when I started my healing rounds, something was off. My usually steady hands trembled slightly as I tried to work on potions. Carolina frowned. “Eve, your flow’s unstable.” “I know,” I admitted, shaking my hands out. “It’s fine. I just—umm, a bit tired.” Because I can’t stop thinking about him. Obviously muttered the last words in mind.

Wyatt Clark, my fiance; Wanda Stone, my adopted sister; and I get into a car crash on the way to register our marriage. Wanda and I are both taken to the hospital. Mom, a renowned surgeon, glances at my back, which is covered in blood, then urgently gathers the doctors and nurses to treat Wanda's two-inch cut. "Wanda's injury is in a visible spot. If we don't treat it immediately, it will leave a scar. "I'm your biological mother, after all. If I were to treat you first, people might accuse me of favoritism. I'll treat your injuries once I'm done with Wanda." I have no choice but to grab Wyatt, who has just changed into his white coat. "S-Save me—" Wyatt coldly pulls away from me before

"Don't move that fucking hand, or you'll pop out another vein!" He held her hand tightly until she felt pain. At that moment, Jo realised that she had a drip attached to her right hand. Slowly she took a look at it and she was shocked. There was a huge, dark-blue bruise on her left one. "Mike, stop it. Take it out! I have to go. I have a flight to catch!" She said, trying to get up. "Shut up! Don't move!" He had already started to lose his patience with her. When she slept for over an hour, he held onto her hand and the drip so that she would not damage her delicate vein. "I have no patience with such patients." She really wanted to show him the middle finger, if only she could move.

I took the pieces of my dress and placed them on the bleeding surface, but it was useless. Restlessly, I got up and looked around the wood. I remembered how Granny had told me about a particular type of leaf in the woods that helped sustain an injured person. According to her, if the leaves are squeezed, and the substance from it is applied to the surface of a bleeding wound, the bleeding would stop and sustain the person until medical help is given.