New Piercing Bleeding Novels & Stories

The punctures hurt like hell. I take off my jacket and throw it on the seat next to me, I open the shirt quickly and notice the blood already bathing my skin. I tear pieces of the shirt, making a ball of fabric and against the pain, I begin to compress the injured area, in an attempt to stop the bleeding caused by the stab wound. I throw my head back and start breathing through my mouth. The door to the upper wing opens hastily, and I see D'Ângelo, the family doctor, approaching next to Nico.

Pierse’s gaze dropped to my calf, where blood was still seeping from the wound. His eyes widened instantly. "What happened?" The worry and pain in his expression felt so genuine, not a hint of pretense. I opened my mouth to answer, but before I could say a word, tears suddenly spilled down my face. "It… it hurts… so much." The sharp sting of the wound touching water was nothing compared to the ache in my chest, an overwhelming helplessness threatening to drown me.

“I’m Dr. Zane. I’ll be running a blood test. Results will take about ten minutes. Permission to proceed?” “Yes,” Maddox said quickly. Dr. Zane readied a syringe. I froze, panic bubbling. “Maddox, save me! He’s going to stab me!” He blinked. “Really, Maya? You have a septum piercing. A belly piercing. And you’re scared of this tiny needle?” I squeezed my eyes shut as the needle pricked my skin. “Ouch!” Blood filled the vial. Zane studied it under a scanner, his brow furrowing. “Hmm.”

I slowly relax as I find that each round becomes easier to manage until I hit round six. “Last one, Damian. You’ve tolerated this very well. Dr. Pierce, do you stock surgical glue?” “Is it big enough for that?” Dad gasps as Dr. Pierce comes over with the glue. “I would say the depth that it went, combined with his fight, has created a hole large enough that gluing it together would be beneficial to its healing.” I’m surprised that Dr. Pierce has supported her request. “The flush has numbed the wound on the inside nicely but not the skin. There might be a burning sensation with this but it’s brief.”

Crimson steadily slid from each of the puncture wounds, and I quickly pulled my shirt off, tearing it into shreds. “This is going to hurt, Ahmed. But I need you to stay as still as possible,” I whispered, preparing the first piece. Pressing my finger into the wound, he groans out in pain, tensing up until he remembers what I’d said. I move to the next one. And by the fifth, I think he’s on the verge of passing out due to the pain, but I’ve slowed the bleeding tremendously, and without a packing the wound; He won’t survive. “What were those things?” Ahmed’s shaky voice whispers. I glance up to his normally olive toned face to see it looking ashen. His eyes are closed and beads of sweat drip f

When I realized the puncture wound was simply too small for the size of the pads, I took them and wiped the area roughly. Yes the man was already in pain, and yes I could have been much more gentle, but if it helped spare his life by stopping the bleed then so be it. I wiped again looking closely at the row of teeth marks in his flesh and studying where the main bleed was located. It naturally sat where the fangs would have been. “What are you doing?” Lewis asked while still holding the screaming man. I barley heard him, I was too focussed on what was in front of me, I had managed to switch off to the man’s cries too.

It doesn’t hurt at all and I can’t see the puncture. That means that I need to use something bigger. I rise up really quickly, getting dizzy in the process, I reach out to take the scissors from my nail kit and I make a few inches cut on my hand. I may seem crazy at this moment, but trust me, I’m not, I just need to confirm something. Again, no pain. The stabbed wound heals itself in a matter of seconds. Registering this new piece of evidence is accelerating my pulse, my heart is threatening to escape from my chest, and anxiety spreads through my bones with alarming speed.

I bit down on it hard, hoping to relieve some of the tension. Tears were pooling in my eyes as the pain just got worse. I felt like I would pass out soon. The scar in my abdomen was slowly opening back up and blood began to leak from it's seams. I placed the other end of the towel over it applying pressure in hopes of slowing the bleeding down.

It feels almost as if ants are moving around underneath my skin. "You're feeling your tissue and muscles slowly stitching themselves together. You should be completely healed in about an hour, but for now, I'll need to stop the bleeding." He pulls his shirt off, balling it into his hand. "This is going to sting a bit." He says, warning me. I give him a nod, preparing myself for the pain. He applies pressure on the wound, causing me to wince at the pain. "You did well against Lilly." Jason looks at me, continuing to apply pressure to the wound.

I didn't realize that it was me spewing comforting lies as I rushed to the bathroom, the dread in the pit of my stomach growing with each second as my blood dripped from my nose. * * * A/N : Joy's nose bleeding isn't random. For people suffering from leukaemia, it's difficult for their blood to clot and they occasionally have nose bleeds. It may or may not be severe.