North American Rescue Bleeding Control Kit Novels & Stories

Something opens a long red tear down her forearm. Maya is already moving. Because that part is still hers. Medical. Triage. Keep people alive. Put pressure on the bleeding. Do not stand on a wall admiring the tactical ballet while someone’s arm becomes a cautionary tale. She is down the ladder and across the lane with the kit open in her hand before she remembers the world has recently become much more annoying. By the time she reaches Torres, the tear has closed. Not bandaged. Closed.

Iris stared up at me, eyes wild with fear and something else I couldn’t name. “You’ve got this,” I said, making sure to keep my voice firm but still quiet. What Iris didn’t need right now was pressure. Her shoulders were already shaking. “Breathe. Just breathe and try as much as you can to stop the bleeding. The ambulance will be here soon.” Ten minutes, they said. Well, a lot could happen in ten minutes. She looked around the room. “I—I’m not sure there’s a first aid kit here,” she stuttered. “Nothing to—”

Had it been from a normal bullet, the skin would have started regenerating by now. “I will let you know once you are sitting in the jeep.” But Arya opened her backpack and took out her medical kit. After literally washing his wound in alcohol, she bandaged it. Nolan and Dominique stashed the backpacks in the rear and then sat on the passenger seats. As soon as Arya was done, she asked Ryder to sit in the passenger seat. “I know a shortcut to my pack’s territory from here!” She took to the wheels. Once they started, Nolan asked, “Whose jeep is this?”

I grin at her eagerness and kiss her nose gently, before I start my usual pre-scene routine – which is dishearteningly boring, as Bella will soon find out. I show her the whole emergency kit – scissors for cutting ropes that need to come off, a knife for everything the scissors won't cut, the first aid kit, trauma blanket, fire extinguisher, the cooling pads I just got from the freezer. Her enthusiasm doesn't curb, but I can tell that she's never considered in detail what can go wrong. After we're done with that, I fetch the things I intend to use today and meticulously check everything

Julia runs and grabs it and I run to Colt, soothing him, “Shhh, Shh, it’ll all be over soon.” Julia comes back with the bag and Ryan looks over his wounds- Colt too is stuck in wolf form. “He’s got several bite wounds,” Ryan states. Andy nods as he opens the kit- we were trained to have this with us at all times. Wherever we went- it went. It has fluids, needles, antiseptics, antibiotics, and sutures. The things that matter in a medical emergency. Us being able to keep Colt alive without staff help is just another test to just see how much we have learned.

"Good girl. I'm sorry about this, but I have to protect myself. This next part will hurt, and I don't want you biting me." He set his pack down and started to dig around inside. He pulled out a bag, red with a big red cross on it. "Wilderness first aid kit. Don't leave home without it." He smiled and stroked my head and neck as he moved closer. He was kneeling on his right knee next to my chest, looking through the bag for something, when I noticed his leg. His jeans had risen above his boot, and I could see a titanium tube leading to his artificial foot.

My knees hit the stair below her, and I reach for her wrist with trembling fingers. A faint pulse. Relief crashes over me so hard I almost collapse, but it’s short-lived. She’s alive, but for how long? I tear open the first aid kit, my hands shaking so badly it takes me three tries to pull out a compress. Her head is still bleeding, a slow but steady seep that sends fresh waves of terror through me. I press the compress against the wound, careful not to move her. I need to stop the bleeding. “Winona,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Winona, baby, can you hear me? Please, open your eyes. Please…”

There’s all sorts of mixtures in here; ones for stopping bleeding like this and other that can regenerate nerves in an instant or even heal the skin within a week. Opening the kit, I rush back over to Willow, dropping to my knees and spilling the kit out on the floor between us. I rummage through until I find some sterile gauze. I carefully pick up her arm, slowly unwrapping my shirt from her wound and tossing the fabric into the bathtub strip by strip until the large, jagged cut is in front of my eyes. The first thing I see is the dirt around the wound, mixing into the dark blood. “Shit, hold on, Willow” I whisper, stroking her hair away from her face in hopes of keeping her awake. She is a

However, the only response I had was her shallow, labored breathing. "Come on! Hurry up!" I shouted at Kyle. "This is the fastest I can go! Here's some medicine to stop the bleeding. Use it first," Kyle tossed me a first aid kit. "You need to calm down." Right. I needed to calm down. I told myself to calm down as I fought my trembling hands to open the kit, where I saw two tubes of hemostatic drugs. After injecting Andrea with it, her sever situation seemed to stabilize slightly, though her breathing was still faint.

He looked like a mechanic in a war zone. He stepped back, wiping his hands on his trousers. He didn't go for the passenger seat. He walked to the trunk, his boots steady on the uneven ground. "We're leaving the truck," Joshua said. He reached into his medic bag, but he didn't pull out bandages or sedatives. He pulled a concealed floorboard back, revealing a rugged, black survival kit. It was vacuum-sealed, marked with a non-pack serial number. Richard watched him, his eyes Narrowing. "Where did you get that? That's rogue-spec gear. That’s not Harrington issue."