Naruto Bandages Novels & Stories

I bound them tightly in hopes of hastening our departure. After carefully bandaging Lucian's wounds, I took a step back to assess my handiwork. The stark white bandages wrapped tightly around his injuries, but I couldn't ignore the faint traces of crimson seeping through the fabric. The sight sent a pang of worry through me, a reminder of the battles he had fought and the sacrifices he had made.

Because if I don’t, you’ll pretend you’re made of steel until you collapse. Minutes later, Nana returns with a medical kit. I take it from her and nod toward the couch. “Sit.” He studies me, then sits. I kneel in front of him. The position is intimate in a way that makes my pulse shift. I lift his shirt again, slower this time. The bandage is poorly secured, stained deep red. Whoever treated him did it fast. Temporary. Meant to keep him standing, not healing. I peel it back carefully. The wound is deep, stitched but strained. A clean extraction, but close.

Even with her touch being gentle, it’s still difficult for me to feel her lift my leg to put the pillow between my knees so she can work without me moving around. She’s working quickly, using scissors to get the bulk of the bandages off without hitting the burn but I still yelp in pain. I roll toward Madilyn, burying my face into the pillow and gathering the side of it into my fist. It’s only seconds before Luna’s hand is in my hair, trying to comfort and soothe. I’m in tears by the time everything is removed from my wound. I’m fighting to stay sane with the insane amount of pain that these bandage changes create, if I were standing I’d be putting my head through the wall.

I cradle it like it’s something precious, like it might disappear if I look away. The medical aisle is narrow and smells faintly of menthol. I crouch and scan the options, grabbing a large variety pack of bandages—small, large, waterproof. I don’t care what brand. I just need them to work. I find the Icy Hot in a roll-on tube and sigh in relief. My legs and shoulders are going to thank me later.

He took a deep breath, drawing strength from within, and stepped out into the world, prepared to face whatever lay ahead. Standing before the foggy mirror, Ashier carefully unwrapped the bandage around his wound. He winced slightly as he peeled it away, revealing the still-healing gash on his side. Gently, he cleaned the area with antiseptic, his movements deliberate and focused. As he applied a fresh dressing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that the injury was not more severe.

“Sorry. I’m just so glad to see you.” “Yeah, I can tell,” Nathan says with a wince, rubbing his shoulder. “What are you doing here? How did you even get here? Your base is all the way over there.” “I used the Cloak of Invisibility. Not Harry’s but Naruto’s.” Kate does a double take. “You watch Naruto, too?” “Duh. And…” Nathan digs into one of the cargo pockets of his lower fatigues. “Ta-da!” he says, revealing two arm bands, both of them red. Kate’s eyes bulge.

the way he talks, he smiles, are hard to stay angry at him sometime "wait," he opens a packet of sterile bandages, looking up at me. "if i tell you one, then you have to tell me why you're still wearing this necklace which i gifted you three years ago ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ "you're good at it," i glance at my legs, the bandages are wrapped skillfully "don't worry, your ankles will get better early," he says. "you're missing too much of your classes. you can use clutches if you want to go tomorrow and if you don't want to, you can take a medical leave from school

The gentle rustle of the clean linen filled the space between us as I started wrapping his fingers. I wound the white fabric carefully over the burns to protect the sensitive flesh from the rain. My hands shook violently from the leftover adrenaline but I forced myself to tie the knots securely. The white fabric soaked up the cold rainwater almost instantly. I made sure to wrap the linen loose enough to prevent painful swelling but tight enough to stay secure. He had massive hands designed to wield broadswords and crush the throats of his enemies. Holding them gently in my lap felt like trying to bandage a wounded predator that could snap my neck at any second.

“Sylvie. I am hurt. Do you still have any of that ointment?” My eyes went to my training bag. Since my earliest days of training, I had always kept herbal ointment with me. Orion was always getting hurt. “No,” I said. “I do not.” Orion’s pupils shrank. He grabbed my wrist, leaving red streaks on my sleeve with his bloody fingers. “You always—” “Orion.” Ronan stepped in front of me, holding a fresh roll of bandages. “Use these instead.” Orion stumbled back half a step. He looked down at his own bloody hands and laughed. The sound was worse than crying.

I really didn't want to deal with any sort of problem with these cuts whilst on a mission; it would just cause more of a hassle. As I finished, I grabbed the tape in the kit and tore a piece off with my teeth, holding the end of the bandage in place before firmly placing the tape on top of it. I stood up and took a few steps, walking around in the bathroom to make sure it wouldn't mess my movement up. I nodded an "okay" to myself before closing the kit and throwing all of the empty packets away. Storing the kit back into the cabinet, I walked out and back into my room. I jumped on my bed and checked my phone, seeing a text notification plastered on my screen.