Leave Love Bleeding In My Hands Novels & Stories

This time, it's more striking. With wide eyes, her hand holds onto her bump while she slowly looks down. "Dr. Rechner?" worriedly, Levy holds her at the waist after she remains unmoving. "Levy!" seeing her legs, she releases a terrifying shriek. "Shit, you're bleeding, Doctor" forgetting his tact, Levy exclaims after seeing blood trickling down her legs. ****tbc****

Then, he put Hannah on the bed where Amelia slept when he and her slept in separate rooms. May looked at Amelia worriedly. Being afraid that she might do something to provoke Liam, May quickly held Amelia's hand and wiped the blood off the back of it with a cotton swab. "Madam, you didn't even finish the drip, but you tore it off and all the blood came out. You're already sick, please don't hurt your body like this," May pleaded. Amelia glanced at the back of her hand. May had wiped away the blood that flowed out, but she still needed to press the wound for a few minutes.

Isabella got up and shook her head at him, gesturing with her eyes for him to hurry. Seeing his mother's pale face, Joseph dared not delay any longer. He quickly picked her up and walked towards the door. "Kathy, it is not convenient for you to move. You stay at home," Katrina turned her head and reminded Katherine as she walked to the door. After everyone left, Katherine glanced at Isabella contemptuously and said coldly, "Cindy, let's go." Isabella slowly extended her right hand, which had been held behind her all along, and a three-to-four-centimeter-long bloodstain appeared in the palm of her hand. The wound continued to bleed profusely.

My right hand bleeds through the napkin, and I notice it only when Helena appears at my elbow ten minutes later and takes my hand in both of hers and says, quietly and with the specific urgency of someone who has just confirmed something they were hoping to be wrong about: "You didn't feel that." "No," I say. She looks at my hand. She looks at my face. "We need to work faster," she says.

Ohhh the satisfaction filled my body as the blood dripped, I cut deeper over and over until someone grabbed my hand stopping me No please not him " Stop!" Levio said " Leave me alone." I started crying and trying to pull my hand " Shh I'm here, come on... Calm down shh." He said calmly pulling me to his chest he started reassuring me he didn't let out of my hand When I stopped sobbing and started sniffling " Can I see your hand to clean it and put a bandage?" I nodded. He did what he said " Why did you do that?"

What else do I want him to do? “Octavia,” a familiar feminine voice brought my thoughts to a complete halt and I looked to see Brittney standing right beside me, her eyes wide with worry. “You…. You’re bleeding.” She pointed out as she tore the hem of her skirt in an instant and wrapped it around my hand and it wasn’t until then that I knew that I was actually bleeding. Blood seeped out of my palm and lingered underneath my nails, I felt weak, broken and my heart hung in my stomach as I watched Brittney wrap the fabric she had torn around my hand.

Canna P.O.V. My mother looked at me skeptically, still concerned about my injury. "Are you sure?" she asked, her eyes fixed on my finger. I nodded, pulling my finger out of my mouth to show her. "See, I'm fine," I said, holding up my finger to demonstrate. However, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I examined the cut. It was strange that the bleeding had stopped so suddenly, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "That's weird," I muttered under my breath, "it's not bleeding anymore." I lifted my finger to show my mother, but all I felt was a numb sensation. How could a deep cut just stop bleeding like that?

, I ask and he looks at me with tears in his eyes. “Come on. I’ll get a taxi for us”, I say calling the taxi company. I grab our coats and we walk out of the flat, once we reach outside the taxi is already waiting for us. We get in and we rush to hospital. Leo is going extremely pale and I am getting worried on the amount of blood he is losing. How is it possible for someone to bleed so much cutting their finger?

"Don't touch me!" The IV ripped out. Blood pooled fast in her hand. Ian froze. "Leah, you—" "I'm fine." Expression blank, she pressed her palm to the bleeding spot, crimson slipping through her fingers. "You two continue what you were doing."

​“Lyanna? Are you down here? Oh, there you… Damn! Lyanna? Holy shit, what happened?” ​He rushed to me and grabbed my fists in his hands. I finally looked down and noticed bright red blood leaking from my trembling hands. Blood had pooled in both palms and created vivid red streaks between every finger, dripping onto the wooden floor. Leo gently forced my fingers open, and we both realized what had occurred. I’d squeezed my fists so hard that my nails had sliced holes into my skin. There were four crescent-shaped gashes on each palm. ​“What the fuck, babe?” Leo asked, out of breath. “What the hell?”