North American Rescue Bleeding Control Kit Novels & Stories

“You heard the Dr. Let’s move quickly! We need to stop the bleeding. She’s suffered substantial blood loss; page hematology, let them know her blood group is A Rhesus negative and to get someone up here now. She needs a chest drain; organize an E.T, and I want her on a vent.” I felt confident she was in safe hands. She was their Luna ... or she was going to be. There would be no way that they’d let anything happen to her. Every minute was precious. So, sparing no time at all, I was in and out of that shower like a flash of lightning, ridding myself of any remnants of forest, sweat, and blood. Anything that posed the risk of infection to Ruby’s fragile, human body. I then changed into scrubs

Sarah lowers the gun a fraction, not enough to make Damian breathe easier. Her knuckles are white around the grip, but the muzzle does not wobble. That steadies me more than softness would have. “I am Nadir-certified for pressure trauma, decompression bleeding, airway collapse, field amputation, shock delivery, and ugly childbirth simulations in places where childbirth should not happen.” Renn says, “That list got worse.” Sarah keeps going.

“But you are bleeding so bad! At this rate you may lose a lot of blood and even an alpha cannot withstand the toll oy will have on your body.” My eyes travelled to his wound and indeed, blood was gushing out like a waterfall and showed no signs of stopping no matter how much pressure he applied with his hands. Killian looked at Orion for a while and groaned. He sighed and nodded slowly. “Fine, get in.” Orion beamed and rushed into the car. The driver turned on the engine and began to drive down the road. I kept my eyes fixed on Orion as he worked. He held a first aid kit and began to take out everything he needed. Some spirit, some wool and a bandage.

I announce taking off. "You better stay with me Avery. That's an order." - - - "Come on... I just need something.." I groan, shuffling around through debris in hopes of finding gauze or something thick enough to stop the bleeding. As my hand digs through the rubble, something plastic-feeling brushes against my finger tips I pulled it out and sigh in relief as I saw the red cross on it. I open it hurriedly and checked for gauze. There was 3 rolls of gauze and lap pads.

“Sit.” He didn’t. “Ryker.” Then he slowly dropped his bag and sat down, stiff and guarded like I was going to hurl another hurricane ofcharsg words at him. I stepped closer, opening the kit and pulling out what I needed. Cotton. Antiseptic. Gauze. I dipped the cotton and reached up toward his forehead. “Hold still.” The moment the alcohol touched the cut, he hissed sharply, his eyes squeezing shut. “SHIT—”

Blood poured. YOU LOOKED. Why did you look?! Damon's body jerked. A moan escaped even though he was unconscious. "Fuck," Kade breathed. "It's okay. This is normal." I pressed my hands to the wound. Applied pressure. Blood soaked through my fingers immediately. "I need cloth. Clean cloth. And water. Boiled if possible." Kade ran to a cabinet. Came back with an armful of expensive-looking shirts. "These work?" "They're perfect. Rip them into strips."

He left the bastard to die very slowly. Was I happy with Norlan? Fuck, no. Happiness was an understatement. I was fucking proud of him! I returned my attention to the prick lying on my slaughter table. His blood was everywhere, spraying, pulsing, and sickeningly warm. Larry didn't hesitate. He swung right into action as he shoved the table aside, grabbed the red-sealed bag under the sink, and started unrolling the emergency trauma kit. “He's got maybe two minutes before he crashes. Get me the clamp. And the ketamine."

"We need equipment. Fast." Victoria is already moving. "Rebecca, do you have a first aid kit? Anything with needles?" "In the bathroom. But I'm not a nurse. I don't know how to draw blood properly." "I do." I head toward the bathroom. "I've done it a thousand times." The kit is basic. Band-aids. Antiseptic. But there's a clean needle. Alcohol wipes. Small vials. It'll have to work. I return to the living room. Roll up my sleeve. Tie off my arm with a rubber band from the kitchen.

"There's a first-aid kit in the cabinet under the tub" I open the cabinet door and find the first-aid kit, I place it on the marble next to the handwash tub and when I open it I get the second shock of the night , it not only contained gauze and some solutions for cleaning wounds, there were tweezers, scissors, suture threads, puncture catheters, syringes, needles, bags of saline and glucose solution, and some drugs, such as adrenaline, noradrenaline and dobutamine.

Zay smiles with a nod. "He's fine. He'll meet us outside. There were only a few injured and Xavier said it's not that bad. Grab a kit," she pointed to a shelf full of kits, "and we can deal with all of them out there." I nodded, and go to grab a kit. I open it to see inside there are bandages, the thread for stitches, a few needles, and everything for possible sterilization.