Novel & Cerita North American Rescue Bleeding Control Kit

“This is to compensate for the injuries your mom suffered because of me. Kim, if you want to bite me, I won’t resist.” Ava’s jaw dropped, her screams silent as she sprinted over to me and wrapped her little arms around my leg. She shook her head violently, pressing her forehead into my thigh and squeezing her eyes shut tight. “Stop!” Owen screamed. “Stop, stop, stop!” He ran over, yanking bandages out of a backpack his brother had been carrying. There was a whole first aid kit in there, along with a spare set of clothes for Ares to change into if the shift came over him suddenly. Owen daubed at my cut with an antiseptic wipe. “I didn’t mean to do it. I was just so angry…”

A first aid kit. “Suri,” I warned as my jaw tightened, but she ignored me. She kneeled in front of me and opened the kit with shaky hands. “You’re bleeding,” she whispered, pulling out antiseptic wipes and bandages. “I need to clean this.” I looked down at my hand, seeing the blood dripping from my knuckles, and anger rose in my chest. “Stop,” I whispered. “Luna, please…” “I said stop!” I shouted. “I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone, just… leave me alone.”

Seriously, a normal person would've lost a ton of blood so how is he still functioning? "Put pressure on the wound to reduce the bleeding. And where's your first aid kit?" He pointed to the bathroom and I got up and walked over there. Black again?! Even the shower was black. Hell, the first aid kit was also black! I grabbed it and went back to him. I removed his bloody hands from the wound and got to work. "This might hurt a bit."

That wasn’t what he was doing, but she’d probably see it that way. “I’ll go shower now, boys. When I’m done, you’ll bandage me up?” Blake nodded. He started going through the kits, taking out rolls of gauze and bandages, more iodine and rubbing alcohol, ointments and salves, needles and thread for stitching. He glanced towards where Prairie Rose lay sleeping, her breathing was steady. It was clear that whatever she’d been given was still affecting her, but it was more a drunken slumber than unconsciousness. He was pretty sure she’d be okay.

“Just got off the phone with my lawyer. What’s that in your hand?” I held up the first aid kit, trying to look as helpful as possible. “Sit up. Let me fix you.” “You didn’t have to bother…” “It’s literally the least I can do.” I set the kit on the bed and started pulling out supplies. Gauze, antiseptic, butterfly bandages, cotton swabs. Noah sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Lena…” I got on my knees in front of him, arranging everything within my reach. “Please just let me do this, okay?”

"The textile building is the center of the grid now. If the lights go out, Jax has the manual battery sequence. I’m going to the pass to bring our food home." "Take the mobile medical kit, Ruan," I said, my voice carrying the unyielding iron of the Thorne bloodline. I reached into my drawer and pulled out the heavy canvas pack containing the last of the synthesized anti-toxins and field trauma wraps. "The regulators don't just use lead. They use whatever Valerie left behind in the valley. If anyone takes a hit, you don't wait for the transport. You patch them on the asphalt."

"Trust me. I will be fine as long as you can be brave and dig the bullets out." Charlotte gulped audibly. "Dig them out?" With a few hobbling steps toward her, he took the first-aid kit from her and tossed it onto the sink counter. From his jacket he pulled out a Leatherman multitool that unfolded into a set of pliers, which also held various knives, screwdrivers, and even a small ratchet. Useful for most bikers, but not exactly meant for surgery. It would have to do. "The bullets didn't go deep. Here." He handed her the Leatherman and braced himself against the sink, head lowered.

“No. I think you did enough.” She tried to lead me away. “No. I’m fine. I’ll heal soon enough.” Taking the water I hadn’t touched, I just wet a napkin and started to clean the blood off my arm. “Chase, why don’t you get Demi another drink?” Nora looked at him. Chase clenched his jaw but nodded and walked off. “Damn, this isn’t stopping.” Without waiting for anyone, I just grabbed another napkin and walked away. There was a first aid kit in the packhouse that I could use to stop the bleeding.

I looked down in shame. "OH MY GOD!!! ROMEO YOUR HAND!!" Nora squeaked and ran towards him quickly after noticing his knuckles bruised with blood. Ammi gasped. "Where is the first aid kit?"Nora asked. "It's in that drawer," Zaki said. Nora quickly grabbed the first aid kit. She dragged Sahir to sit on the bed. She held his palm and applied Dettol on his wounded knuckles. I felt hurt looking at Sahir and Nora together.

His medical kit was back with the bike, but I found some clean cloths in the picnic hamper to bandage us up temporarily. As the adrenaline wore off, my hands started shaking. We had narrowly avoided being mauled or gored to death. And were now stranded injured miles from help. Sensing my rising panic, Ryder grasped my shoulder firmly. "Easy now, the bleeding's stopped. We just need to stay put and conserve warmth tonight. Come first light, I can hike out and send back help."