North American Rescue Bleeding Control Kit Novels & Stories

"My mum and Nana aren't home, so my mum asked him to stay. You know, with everything going on..." "Oh, okay," Derick replied, his expression relaxing. "I need to disinfect my wound and change the bandage," Jems said, walking toward the kitchen. "The first aid kit is in here." She retrieved the white plastic first aid kit from the medicine cabinet and brought it to the dining table, which was a massive piece of furniture made from dark wood that could easily seat twelve people. She set the kit down and opened it, pulling out the antiseptic solution, clean gauze, medical tape, and cotton balls.

“We will find the smallest person from the rescue team to go down. With this kind of terrain, if a person can’t speak, they can’t signal their location by knocking. The only way is to go down. The medical team will wait nearby.” Chris nodded, placed the box aside. Jake followed him the entire time. It was Jake’s first time seeing this kind of situation, and he was a bit nervous and his palms were sweaty. But when he saw the person being brought out covered in blood, Jake no longer felt fear or nervousness. The doctor’s duty was to save lives. All his movements were instinctive and fast. He almost jumped up and rushed over with Chris. “The external injuries are not serious. The heavy bleeding

I clicked the trunk button on my keys and walked back to the trunk, setting my guns and knife on top of my smaller gym bag. I opened my duffel bag and pulled out a small medical kit. I grabbed some gauze and pressed it on my wound, applying pressure for a bit until the bleeding calmed down. Then I got some salve that The Academy provided and put it on the bite mark, covering it with a clean set of gauze and using an ace bandage to wrap it on my shoulder.

Just skin, ink, blood, and rain. I grabbed his belt, yanked it from his waist with trembling hands, and twisted it into a makeshift tourniquet just below the wound. He groaned in his unconscious state, but I kept going. My fingers moved fast, working with instinct more than thought. The bullet went through, clean, but dangerously close to the brachial artery. If I don’t control the bleeding, he’d be gone before sunrise. I ripped off the bottom of my dress and packed it into the wound with shaky hands, holding pressure, whispering his name over and over like a mantra.

"Damn, I'm tired." Jesse poked my leg gently with his nose, then poked the cupboard beneath the bathroom sink. With a dramatic sigh, I leaned over and pulled it open for him. He dug around for a minute before dragging out a small red fabric bag with a white cross on it. "A first-aid kit? That's helpful, thanks." I took it from him. He sat down and watched me pull some things out.

I practically sprinted to the back of the car and yanked the heavy metal trunk open. My hands rummaged frantically through the messy pile of textbooks and loose hoodies until my fingers brushed against the hard plastic of my emergency first aid kit. I grabbed the red box and slammed the trunk shut before hurrying back across the gravel. Kyle was still sitting on the wooden shipping crate with his eyes closed when I dropped back down into the dirt beside him. I popped the plastic latches open and pulled out a handful of antiseptic wipes along with a roll of clean gauze.

She told him, then turned without waiting for a response, heading straight for the first aid box. Vince grumbled something under his breath but didn’t follow. Back at Rob’s side, Anna opened the first aid kit and quickly scanned the contents. Bandages, antiseptic wipes, gauze, a small bottle of disinfectant. She didn’t have time to fuss over proper order or treatment because every second mattered now. “Rob, lean back a bit,” She instructed firmly. He complied, though his movements were slow, stiff from the kicks he had endured. She started by pressing a clean gauze against his bleeding nose, applying steady pressure. “Hold still. I know it hurts, but I need you to stay calm.”

Xander pressed. The scout shook his head. “There was a photo—blurry. The snow ruined the writing. You can barely see anything.” “The photo. Let me see it.” Just as Xander reached for it, Holly timidly raised a hand, pointing toward a narrow crevice in the distance. “Sister’s in there…” When they started the rescue, the team moved with the utmost caution. The ice, polished smooth by relentless winds, offered no grip even for claws sharp as blades.

If I don’t find a way to make it stop bleeding soon, he’ll die. And I can’t face that. In my bag, I have an emergency sewing kit. I pull it out and tie a strap of fabric above the wound to slow the bleeding while I sew it up. It takes me a few tries to thread the needle, but I finally get it and dive into the innards of his arm, digging around until I find the bleeding vein.

"The medical kit. Now, Dante. Before I puke on your boots." Dante reached for the black tactical bag slumped in the corner. He ripped the zipper open with a jagged pull. "Neutralizer. Right. It should be in the blue sleeve." He dumped the contents onto the floor. Gauze rolls, morphine syrettes, and plastic vials scattered across the concrete. Bianca dropped to her knees. She didn't wait for him. Her hands moved with a frantic, animal speed, tossing aside antiseptic wipes and rolls of tape. Her fingers brushed against something hard. Plastic.