Naruto Bandages Novels & Stories

I could tell Dell and the FBI what happened to me, but I know what might happen to me and the people I care about if I do. After what feels like an eternity, I step out, my body trembling from the ordeal. I gently pat myself dry with a clean towel, avoiding the burns. I reach for the first aid kit on the counter that I had prepared earlier, knowing I need to bandage the wounds to keep them clean and promote healing. My fingers fumble with the bandages, each touch sending a sharp jolt of pain through me. I take a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. I gently apply an antibiotic ointment to the burns before carefully wrapping them in sterile bandages. The tears forming in my eyes are bli

"If he dares to harass you again, I swear I'll continue to beat him until he becomes disfigured!" "Don't! He isn't part of Rainie's album anymore. You should stop already, okay?" Mango did not want to create a big fuss over this matter. Nathaniel had no objection to Mango's words. "Well, I'll forgive him for your sake. Hmm... Haven't you gone to the hospital to change the bandage on your face?" I'll do it myself later. It's not a big deal anyway. Mango covered the zither and took out the first aid kit.

After I was done, I made to tear out a strip from the hem of my soaked shirt but then stopped as I saw that a part of my clothes was torn already. Ignoring the small patch, I proceeded to tear off the strip from my shirts hem. Using it as a makeshift bandage, I wrapped the piece of clothe around my head, gritting my teeth against the pain that I felt as it came in contact with my wound. Once I was done wrapping the bandage around my wound, I decided to take a moment to survey my surroundings more thoroughly. I took in the sight of the dense forest around me, the roar of the waterfall behind me a constant backdrop of sound.

I tried to move but stopped almost immediately once I felt some resistance against pretty much my entire torso. Looking down at myself, I first noticed that the shirt I was previously wearing had been replaced with a looser and softer one. Luckily the collar of the shirt was large enough and loose enough for me to see under it, noticing the bandages wrapped around my body from a little past the bottom of my ribs all the way to my shoulders, coming over them kind of like a tank top. My brain didn't even want to stress on focusing on what Nico might have seen while he did this.

"She must be Sumire. Am I right, brother?" The classroom was thronged with students. Looking badass and cool, Narco traverses down toward a certain room. The usual hustle and bustle in the hallway went quiet and students settled themselves inside the room while the other students did likewise when they saw his presence. While in the middle of the discussion, Narco suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom with a bruise on the side of his lip and his body almost covered with gauze bandage. The whole class stared stunned at his appearance. The young ladies, on the other hand, couldn't help but be elated and thrilled by Narco's badass look. Mouth hanging open, the teacher stopped speaking

Usually, we wrap bandages around the damaged area and move on- that's all I've ever needed. I assume he notices my confused state, so Zeno speaks up again. "The next step is the hospital; I'm not joking around. Nero, this is serious; your shoulder doesn't look good, so please, don't look like I'm going to cut off your arm and let me help. Besides, the less bandages I use, the less pressure I put on the wound, and the possibility of another bleeding will decrease." He sounds so damn concerned, so fucking gentle, and so innocent that I almost listen to what he has to say.

Their insults have moved onto physical attacks and with my supposedly weak state and their weak state of mind, I'm probably going to get another extra fight. Sighing I wrap around a bandage onto my abdomen, making sure there are multiple layers to help reduce at least a little of my pain that's bound to come about. I rub my face with cream and ointment to help heal the new gashes and bruises. I then walk into my kitchen, open up my medicine draw and down a few tablets, most of them to keep my pain in check.

I sighed tiredly, resting my head back and closing my eyes while the nurse continued to stitch slowly. Once she was done I pulled down my shirt again but she handed me a large roll of bandage. "You should keep the wound bandaged while it heals now, to be honest you healing of quite slow and that will mean you should get plenty rest while you can and you should avoid things that would exert stress onto your body.” She gave me an assuring nod before and added. “Say you were with your mate it should heal without a scar and the thread melts away so no need do worry about that.” She began putting away her tools back into her fanny pack.

…Oddly…not talkative today either. Without fully thinking it through, I knelt down. “I have bandages,” I said flatly, pulling my backpack infront of me. He didn’t look surprised to see me. Just… tired. “Always the hero,” he said, voice low. “Theres that annoying mouth.” I pulled a small roll of gauze from my bag. “Hold still.” He did. The drizzle softened to a mist around us as I started wrapping his hand. His skin was cold. My fingers were colder. Neither of us commented on it.

I had to focus on her safety, ensuring she remained unharmed amidst the turmoil. I tore a strip of fabric from my torn sleeve and hastily fashioned it into a makeshift bandage. Gently, I applied pressure to the wound, trying to stem the bleeding. Each movement sent a jolt of pain through my arm, but I gritted my teeth, determined to remain steady for her sake.