Old Wounds Novels & Stories

The skin around it was still inflamed, and the wound itself had a dark, sickly tint to it, a clear sign that the poison had been stubbornly lingering. The older man leaned in, his brows knitting together as he examined the wound carefully. He didn’t speak at first, just ran his fingers lightly around the damaged area, observing the texture, the color, the way Brayden flinched when he touched certain spots. After a long moment, he exhaled deeply. “I’ve seen something like this before,” he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else. “But I can’t remember where exactly. I’ll have to check my records later.”

Brandon's POV I sat at the edge of the bed with my towel still slung around my neck, and a first aid kit open beside me. My arm burned like hell as I tried to clean the deep gash from that fight with Aaron. It was still red, raw, and deeper than I thought. Should’ve healed by now. But it didn’t. Because my wolf was pissed. And when he was pissed, he liked to make a point. No instant healing. No numbing the pain. Just me, a soaked piece of cotton, other minor wounds on my body, and an arm that felt like it was about to detach from my body.

"You're wounded." "It was just a scratch and besides, this is just normal. After all, it was a fight and who doesn't get wounded from a fight?" I nonchalantly shrugged it off. "Well, Ash does." The corner of my lips twitched and directly changed the subject. "Anyway, let's not focus on that. I can treat this wound, but I can't treat this excitement of seeing my brother." "You'll be dead if your brother sees you come back wounded, and I'll be dead too." Owen coldly said as we stopped in the pharmacy to buy some betadine, alcohol, cotton and band-aids.

Victor felt a pang in his chest. He took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "You've been staring outside for a while. Do you like the rain?" Eulalia kept looking at the rainy scene through the window. "Not really. It feels sticky and uncomfortable when it soaks you, and it's so cold it makes your knees ache just thinking about it." The difference between new wounds and old ones is that new wounds, if not too serious, heal and that's that. But old wounds are the kind that hurt your heart. Even when they've healed, just thinking about them can be gut-wrenching.

Olivia: Yeah, the shower helped Ash: What about your wounds? How are they looking? Olivia: Not too bad for the cuts. They’re healing already Ash: And your ribs? Olivia: There is a large bruise, but nothing is broken, at least, just some fracture Ash: Got any painkillers with you? Olivia: Took the last one I have Olivia: Will buy more tomorrow Ash: All right Olivia: It reminds me I'll have to go to work tomorrow Ash: You don't have to. I can handle it

True to their claim, the brothers’ wounds were barely visible by mid-morning. Oscar explained that, had he not tended to them with a special cleaning liquid that their grandfather concocted, their wounds would not have healed so readily and would have left scars. As it was, their bodies were fairly devoid of marks that would mar their beauty.

This wound continues to gape until I forget what it feels like to heal. To be Continued.

She hissed slightly as the cold water cascaded down her body. Belatedly, she realised that she had absent-mindedly scrubbed on a healing wound on her left forearm a little too hard. The water made it sting. She stared at it as the water cascaded down her body, rinsing the suds and sluicing down the drain. The wound had turned an angry red. She brushed her thumb over it and hissed again. It mocked her, taking more time to heal than others had as if serving as an angry reminder of her life that she had left behind. However, unlike the past month today, the scars stared mockingly at her.

Counting. Last injury, the mine fight. The time before that, hunting down the Three Lords' remnants in the North. Tracing back further—to when he first gripped a sword at twelve or thirteen and the searing-hot hilt had burned a layer of skin off. Every injury in the same spot. Every time it healed, the callus grew thicker. This time was different. New skin torn open twice in succession. The dermis beneath hadn't had time to heal before splitting again. The wound edges showed early signs of inflammation.