Megurine Luka Novels & Stories

“Now, let me see what that idiot did to you.” Maera hesitated for a second. She looked at the door, then at Ravvyne, and slowly lifted the thick wool of her shirt. Beneath it, the linen wraps around her chest were tight and messy. Her stomach was exposed, and a large, dark bruise was already forming across her middle. The skin was broken in a few places where Colin’s knuckle rings had caught her. “By the goddess,” Ravvyne cursed, her eyes widening. She gently pressed the cool cloth against the purple skin.

After the suture is the medicine, followed by bandage, half of the face is almost drowned by the bandage. After all, Mu Zenin was not a professional, even though he had learned some emergency trauma treatment techniques during his time on the run, his stitches were not considered fine, and after such a wound healed, the face would definitely need multiple cosmetic surgeries before it could be repaired. After dealing with the injuries on his face, Mu Zenin began to deal with the injuries on Tang Tang's legs, and there were scratches on other parts of his body that needed to be medicated. Mu Zi took a deep breath, took a few steps closer and said, "You don't need to trouble them, that dog was

I mutter reaching out for a hug . We embrace each other for a minute . Immediately I pull out of the hug . My skin starts to feel like it's on fire . Pain ripples through my body as I try to sit still but I can't . "Is everything alright ?"Megan asks with her hand on my back . "I'm ..."before another word slips through me another wave of pain hits me .I grit my teeth as i grab the sheets on the bed in pain . "I will be back ,"Megan assures and leaves the room with the door closed

The leather making it much more painful. Megumi straddled her hips and punched with all the rage of every loss, until she was sure she was blacking out. She got on her feet still circling her. “Is this the best Takahiro has to offer, really?” she spat and kicked her in her face again which was already bruised and bloody. “If only he could see you know. How do you think he would react if he saw you now? He’d kill you himself!” she yelled and stomped on her head.

He knew that. Murgine finally reached the leg of the chair by crawling onto the floor. He leaned his back there and checked his shirt. Blood seeped through it. He lifted his shirt to see the condition of his stomach and saw the hole with uneven chunks of flesh laid disorderly in the wound, and the dark crimson thick liquid gushing out from the center. His heart clutched in pain. Murgine pressed his wound so that the blood won’t seep out but that was futile.

Maya said, as they both walked to her slowly while talking about how to better Maya’s skill in throwing knives. Maya crouched down to pick up her knife, while Lennon got the first aid kit and carried Mifu to the couch, he disinfected the cut and put a bandage over it and apologized to Mifu about it, telling her that it wasn’t their intention to hurt her at all.

The nurse fumbled in her bag and retrieved an adrenaline shot. "Wouldn't that kill him?" Lukas inquired, which was stupid because she was trained to do this and a person like him, who knew nothing about in the medical field, asked. "He is losing blood. Are you blind?" She turned him gently. Lukas inched closer and saw a trio of deep vertical laceration in the left side of his stomach similar to when someone did a horrible apendectomy on him with a rake and realized that it was the wrong side and decided to leave him alone while bleeding to death.

His skin looked pale like the blood was retreating from under it. There were tiny scorch marks across his armor, glimmering like stardust. Traces of Diana’s energy surge. “She hit you.” “Like a train,” he muttered. “A glowing, furious train from the heavens.” I frowned. “You’re not healing.” “Nope,” he replied, dragging himself to his feet with a grunt. “Feels like my organs are melting. So that’s fun.” Despite myself, I winced. I was healing already…the chest wound was almost gone, and my strength returning. But Muzan...he was supposed to be healing as well. He was cursed like me.

Regardless, the agony was written on Marvolo’s face. Lucas released and Marvolo tore back. On his arm, deep, wicked gouges marred the skin. They were blacker than anything I’d ever seen, but not bleeding. The wound on his flesh was already beginning to seal, in fact. To heal instantaneously, as if it had never happened.

Mugen was brought to the infirmary in the biggest windmill. The farmers immediately helped Carrola cleaned the boy up and assessed his condition. After a semi thorough assessment that could only be done with the Seeing Hands skill, Carrola declared that Mugen had a few broken and some cracked ribs, particularly on his stomach area. It was no wonder since he was held by, although not all, multiple tentacles at once. The pressure should be more devastating than that and Mugen might’ve been a dead man if not for the fact that the drakes were already weakened to such a state.