Mechamaru Without Bandages Novels & Stories

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

Some vomited blood and rolled to escape Magmar - the World Monster. "It doesn't make sense. His health points were only reduced by a few hundred points!" a warrior near Li Wei hissed. Blood dripped from his lips. Li Wei looked up in amazement at the numbers above Magmar's head. "Nineteen thousand eight hundred health points!" This thing is really strong!" Li Wei's mind was horrified. But he had to leave the Safety zone to obtain the greatest damage value. Magmar's reward for great damage was armor - a low-level protective vest that every fighter on the first floor craved!

I asked. “Well, apart from your knee, the rest are just minor injuries. Your wrist was examined, and you would have strained it if you kept on with the training. He rubbed your lips with ointment because they were very swollen. You have scratches in some parts of your body with your hands, hence the stitches and for your ribs. The warriors must have punched hard, so he stitched that also and put in bandages,” she said. Of course, they punched hard; they didn’t go easy on me at all. Alpha’s command. I rub my rib, feeling the bandages.

“There are bandages in the locker. Suit yourself.” I hurried to the lockers between the two doors and opened them. There were chains, bandages, towels, boxing gloves, scissors, pliers, and even brass knuckles. This cage wasn’t only for fights. I pulled out a fresh pair of bandages, one that didn’t have any bloodstain on it, and wrapped it around my palm, properly covering my knuckles. The last time I had fought someone, I had been hospitalised. My brain hadn’t forgotten the pain yet.

"Alex, start an IV line on table one, normal saline, wide open. I need to scrub in right now." Before I could reach the sink, the doors hissed open again, and Marco Lee stumbled inside. He was clutching his left forearm, a makeshift tourniquet tied tightly above a deep, jagged laceration that was actively pumping dark arterial blood. He looked furious, exhausted, and lethal. "Move out of the way, Doc," Marco growled, pushing past a groaning guard to sit on the edge of a counter. "Just throw some quick stitches in this so I can go back out there. The Boss is organizing the counter-strike."

"Dinner’s almost ready." I looked at the dishes on the table. Every single one was a favorite of mine. Now, they just made me feel sick. The man in front of me wore a standard Delta warrior uniform, sleeves rolled up to reveal his powerful forearms. He looked so ordinary. It was impossible to reconcile this man with the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack. "Halen, why are you just standing there?" He gently guided me into a chair, his eyes full of warmth and expectation. I coldly pushed away the plate he handed me.

she asked, curiously. Marcus fished out his handkerchief from his pocket and tied them together with Mariko’s hanky. He got the guava leaves and crushed it, before he put them on Mariko’s bleeding forehead where she had an open wound. “According to what I have read on the internet before, if you don’t have medicine for your wounds, crush some guava leaves and put them on your wounds. It will heal your wounds in no time,” he said, which made Mariko nod as if she understand what he had just said.

Her dad’s jaw tightens—eyes flicking to the blood on Haru’s torn shirt, the bruise blooming on his shoulder. **Mia’s Dad:** “Jake already texted the pack line. Said you two handled it. Sophomore vamp helped too. Reinforcements scared ’em off.” Mia nods. Her dad’s gaze drops to the oversized hoodie on his daughter—red Nakamura kanji bold across the chest—then to the torn blue jeans cinched at her waist, clearly Haru’s. **Mia’s Dad (raising an eyebrow):** “And… the wardrobe change?” Haru steps forward—chin up, voice calm but firm.

I beg myself not to react, swallowing past the lump in my throat, and shiver uncontrollably as I unwind the bandage. I want to scream, but I can’t. Nothing but a choked whimper leaves my lips, pursed tight, as the bandage falls away. His arm is completely mangled, skin flayed, burned in places, with glimpses of bone. A ring of new wounds around his forearm tells me all I need to know. The band was put back on… and he somehow got it off by himself without the use of magic. “How bad is it?” Soren asks weakly.

he trailed off as he slowly lifted the little of his tshirt up. I gasped in horror as my jaw hung low because, on the right side of his stomach was a bandage plastered and half the bandage was covered with blood. I bent down and saw his wound closely. "How did this happen?!" I looked up at him and he was smiling down at me. I fixed my gaze back to the wound, I could also see a little of his abs, his body was as fair as those milkybars. But there was no sign of any tattoos on his body.