North American Rescue Bleeding Control Kit Novels & Stories

Nicole grabbed two rigid-hull assault boats and four inflatable rafts, emergency kits for earthquakes and fires, tents, a fire axe, climbing rope, binoculars, radios, waterproof flashlights, and oversized solar chargers. Anything meant to keep her alive had to be top quality. No compromises. Seeing a big spender, the staff got enthusiastic, pushing jackets and sleeping bags. "Everything's on sale today. Quality guaranteed." Nicole looked unimpressed. "Got anything that works at minus 90 degrees?" The clerk gasped, "Minus 90? It's summer all year long here. What good is that to anyone?" "I'm heading to Northreach for research," she replied. She didn't look like she was joking.

"Through and through. Missed the artery, but she's still bleeding too heavily." Thalia dug into the med kit and pulled out what looked like gauze packed in a sealed bag. "Combat gauze. It'll help clot." She looked at me. "This is going to hurt." "Everything hurts. Just do it."

"Under the mirror... emergency kit. Tactical trauma pack. You... you plug the bleed." Kaelen’s breath hitched. "I'm not a surgeon, Vance…" "You saved yourself for six years," Vance whispered, his voice softening just enough to send a shiver straight down Kaelen’s spine despite the blood between them. "Save me. Be my anchor, Kae. Do it now." The words grounded Kaelen instantly. The fear didn't leave, but it hardened into purpose. Kaelen reached beneath the lower marble counter, tearing open the heavy black, military-grade medical kit mounted to the frame. He ripped open a package of quick-clot gauze and a silver syringe of local anesthetic.

“The blood will stop in a second. Just keep your head over the sink.” Ryder swallowed as the taste of metal filled the back of his throat. The dark red drips slowed and then tapered completely off. He splashed cold water against his face, letting it wipe away the red stain that had trailed down his lips. A soft black towel crossed over his face, as five small fingers circled his arm. Someday this girl would make a loving mother. “What did you do?” Alecia removed her hands from Ryder's shirt and held up some keys. “I don’t know why, but if you put metal on the small of your back it stops nose bleeds.”

Aurora’s body goes limp, and I cradle her in my arms. Fuck. This didn’t exactly go as planned. I press the sleeve of my sweater to her eye in an attempt to stop the bleeding which seems to slow now that she has lost consciousness. I wipe some of the blood from her face with my other sleeve; my immaculately white sweater now dyed crimson.

Adrenaline floods my veins as I push my legs forward, despite the throbbing in my ribs, and climb the stairs two at a time with the medical kit under my arm. Ace is exactly where I left him on the bed, his eyes focused on the ceiling. He doesn’t move an inch when I settle on the mattress beside him, flipping the red plastic box open. He has everything I need to clean him up—gauze pads, antiseptic wipes, bandages, Tylenol. The medical kit will do nothing to help the bruising and swelling, but it can at least clean away the blood and offer him some relief for the pain.

Khaid chuckled but said nothing. Bluey took that as a go-ahead cue. Inside the briefcase was a specialized kit. Not basic first aid, but military-grade emergency trauma supplies, including suture kits, strong disinfectants, and heavy-duty analgesics. She quickly poured a potent antiseptic liquid labeled Betadine directly onto the wound. Khaid gasped, a sharp, choked sound, his muscles spasming beneath her hand. “G-give me something” he managed, pointing a shaking finger toward the narcotics pouch.

“I will.” I nodded, glancing around the room for something, anything to help stop the bleeding. The safehouse was sparse, but there was a cupboard on the far wall. I crossed the room quickly, rifling through it until I found a small first-aid kit, then turned back to Misha, who was standing, stiff, still trying to mask the pain. “Sit down,” I ordered, my tone more demanding now. It was clear he wasn’t going to take care of this on his own, and I was done waiting.

The blood loss is insignificant. As I apply pressure to the wound, I tilt my chin to the kit. “I'd already prepared two IV injections there beforehand. Hand me the first one. It’s a silver neutralizing agent labeled S.” “Jennita...” I finally met his glare with an even colder one, seething in impatience and annoyance. “Now.”

My eyes fell on his wound on his lower abdomen, which was bleeding, and I pressed hard on it to stop the bleeding. I opened my bag and took out the small kits I always carry about. I opened it and skimmed through the items before picking a Rochester forcep. I inserted the forcep into the wound and used it to grip the bullet. I removed it and blood started gushing out. I immediately opened a sterile saline and poured it over the wound to stop before cutting a cotton wool and placing it over it. I looked for a bandage in my bag but couldn't find any. I cut a piece of his shirt, which wasn't stained with blood, and tied it around the wound.