Old Wounds Novels & Stories

Of wounds that hadn’t healed. I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes for a moment. Memories resurfaced, like an old film being played again. Our laughter, our little arguments that had once seemed trivial but were now etched deeply, and finally, the night when everything collapsed. I didn’t want to recall the details, yet the pain remained sharp, clinging like a stain that couldn’t be erased.

Lynda said as she helped Nelvan sit on the edge of the bed, then slowly laid him down, not forgetting to look at the stitches on Nelvan's stomach that had reopened and even started bleeding. Lynda became more panicked; she immediately unpacked Nelvan's medicine bag and took out other medicine before removing the T-shirt Nelvan was wearing to make it easier for Lynda to treat Nelvan's wound. "How did your wound reopen like this?" Lynda said. Nelvan didn't do any heavy activities, so why did his wound reopen? Was it because he showered earlier? Carefully, Lynda treated the wound on Nelvan's stomach and replaced the bandage. Lynda's palm touched Nelvan's very hot forehead.

How had I gone from dreaming of a future filled with love and happiness to being trapped in this hell? As the days dragged on, my wounds began to fester and throb. The cuts and bruises had become infected, the skin around them swollen and inflamed. Pus oozed from the open wounds, mingling with the dirt and grime that coated my skin. I knew I had to do something to treat my wounds, to prevent the infection from spreading further and consuming me whole.

The nееdlе mаrkѕ аrе frеѕh and ѕwоllеn. Shе’ѕ wеаrіng аn armband of ѕоrtѕ tо hide thе dаmаgе, but it hаѕ ѕlірреd down аnd еxроѕеѕ еvеrу hоlе that’s been mаdе in hеr skin оvеr the lаѕt two weeks.

Yet for all my intent to protect myself, I dig my fingers into his thigh. “But I’m human. I don’t heal as quickly as werewolves, so couldn’t that explain why the mark is still there?” Owen narrows his eyes at me. “Maybe, but you received the lashings the next day. Those wounds were much worse, and they’re almost completely healed.” That’s a good point. Owen wraps his fingers around mine that are stabbing into his thigh, slowly pulling my hand away. I let him gently massage my hand before interlacing our fingers.

she said, her voice low but firm. She added, “I never thought for once that a day would come where they'd ever fade away” The old woman’s face brightened, she stepped closer. “Good. That means the medicine is working.” “Scars are like stories written on skin,” she said. “Sometimes they whisper, sometimes they scream but always, they remind” Anana lowered her eyes. “I don't want to be reminded.” The old woman said softly, her fingers already moving to prepare her satchel of ointments. “But healing doesn't mean forgetting, child.”

Their own relationship had healed alongside their daughter's heart, old wounds finally closing as they worked together toward common purpose. "They'll be back tomorrow," Franco noted, checking his calendar. "Do you think we should tell them about the breakthrough?" Eliana smiled, thinking of the message they'd received that morning—the grainy ultrasound image attached to a text that simply read: From wounded hearts to new beginnings. Due in winter. "Let them enjoy their final day of peace," she decided. "Some news can wait."

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' he thought. "This wound should be three years old. Burns are already difficult to heal without leaving scars, plus her wounds were not properly treated at that time. If you want to leave no scars at all, I have to go back and study it." Jaeden said truthfully. "So, is something wrong with Renea? Will her life be in danger or something?" Richard asked worriedly. The moment he said those words, he got two biting cold rays from Aron and Kevin and also an idiotic look from Jaeden.

Now looking at it, it does not appear to have healed even in the slightest to begin with. “It is the rogue wolf,” Adrian breathed out, his tone knowing but cold. “We still have not figured out yet, but there seems to be some sort of genes in the new rogues that have been around lately. Their wounds are dangerous, they do not heal easily even with wolf healing.” He explained, as he went about cleaning the wound to get rid of the blood there.