North American Rescue Bleeding Control Kit Novels & Stories

"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.

"Hold on." I scrambled to my feet and ran toward the wooden cabinets lining the study wall. I ripped the drawers open, frantically throwing papers and files onto the floor. I was looking for bandages. I was looking for a first aid kit. There was absolutely nothing. The drawers were completely empty of medical supplies. I turned back around. A massive pool of dark blood was already forming on the expensive rug beneath Killian's shoulder. I ran back to him and dropped to my knees. I grabbed the hem of my thick wool sweater. I ripped the heavy fabric entirely over my head, leaving myself in just my thin cotton undershirt. I bundled the thick sweater up into a tight ball.

Barely seconds after I say it, I hear the pounding of feet blaze through the hallway. “Where's the damn kid!?” Micah returns, a little too late. I don't look back at him. I don't even care if he's looking at me or not. My eyes are only on Adrian. Letting out an audible annoyance-birthed sigh, he dashes away, probably right after Mikael. “I need to get you something to reduce the blood loss” I mutter, stumbling across the room for anything that'll help. A couple more sheets? Some alcohol? I literally raid the room for whatever I can find, until I open a cabinet and find a first aid kit. What's left of it anyway.

"Thank God I had my tetanus shot." Connor wrapped his finger tightly into the bottom of his shirt and squeezed it with his other hand in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Even though he had a first aid kit in his car, he didn’t even attempt to go get it. He knew himself too well and knew that if he went back to his car, he would leave the house.

“No I don’t. I just met her yesterday. All I know is she’s a virgin and she likes the flowers on the desk. Other than that nothings come up!” “That’s okay. Is anyone here O negative? Multiple people probably?” Five of my warriors stepped forward and I had never felt so grateful to them. Looking back at Alan I waited for his next command. “And what do I do with them Alan!” Just then one of the maids ran out of the pack house with fresh towels. “Absolutely nothing you pack these wounds!” He said shoving the towels into my hands. “Ma’am I need you to grab me scissors, ziplock bags, tape, and the emergency med kit from the training room! NOW!” He yelled at her. She took off running into the hous

Then a small matte-black case Jax didn’t recognize. Ronan caught him looking. “Emergency kit,” he explained without embarrassment. “For heats. Knot plugs. High-dose suppressants. Scent blockers. Lube. The basics. I keep it stocked.” Jax’s throat tightened. “You’ve done this before.” Ronan shook his head once. “Never claimed anyone. Never wanted to. But I’ve helped teammates through ruts when they couldn’t get home. And I’ve been ready—prepared—since the day I presented alpha. Just in case.”

she asks. I race around the tree where I know there is usually one. We have them stationed at every border. Kate grabs it when I return and pulls out the supplies she needs. Slicing into Adam’s side she feels around for the bleeder. She manages to find it through the slippery blood and slips a clamp over it. The blood is visibly slowing down in seeping from Adam’s wound.

His hind right leg was in a metal trap and I could see it was made out of silver. Kate arrived moments behind me. She reached into her backpack and started pulling out her first aid kit and rolls of guasa. She started to give orders, “We need to get his foot out of the trap and stop the bleeding. Is there a vet nearby who could help?” She reached for the trap and Camerin growled at her, I pulled her back by the shirt.

he asked, glancing at my shoulder. “Not the issue right now,” I said tightly, glancing in the rearview mirror at Ava. “She’s bleeding too much. She hasn’t moved since.” “I have a trauma kit,” David said, pulling a box from under the seat. “Get to the main road. I’ll patch you both till we reach the hospital.” "Where did you get it from?" "I brought it from my car just in case." I nodded, speeding up. David worked fast, clenching his jaw as he wrapped my shoulder. “Bullet grazed through. You’re lucky.”

He would need immediate medical attention. I watch as a few more cars make their way towards us. Men begin to jump out of the vehicle, not waiting for it to come to a stop. One of the men is carrying a large bag, which I can only guess is a medical kit. They begin to make their way to us; however, I instruct them to help Kenji. "Help Kenji. The co-pilot is unconscious, and the Pilot is bleeding severely." The men nod their heads, then run towards Kenji.