On The Sidewalk Bleeding Summary Novels & Stories

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He looks very pale. “H-He…wants…to kill…me!” he said with his hard breathing. With my shaking hands I took out my phone and called ambulance. My hands are also filled with his blood trying to stop him bleeding. “Stay awake okay? Please hold on!” I said while trying to make him feel better. But in this state I know that he is losing too much blood already. Damn! Because we are in the side walk and we are in the dark area of the high way no one can notice us! Especially that it’s Christmas Eve, everyone is in their home spending their night with their family.

She had blood on her palm, and she was on her knees, shaking. “It’s Owen,” she sobbed, staring at her bloodied hand. “It started snowing outside, and he wanted to hang Blair’s decoration, and he fell down the ladder, and the camera crew is here,” She sobbed. “My God,” I exhaled as I rushed towards her. “I’ve called an Ambulance, and it will take thirty minutes for them to get here. Edwin is a medic. Please, I need him to stop the bleeding.” I assisted her off the grounds, and her weight pressed all over me.

He exclaimed "I'm.. fine" i said shortly and he stayed silent holding my waist "It doesn't sound like your--Oh my god you're bleeding!!" Adrian said and i tried turning around.. and to my surprise, i was all soaked with blood. The view made me breathless as my heart beat increased..and the pain came again like a shock..this time worst and i screamed Adrian was very nervous as he looked furiouse "I'm calling your doctor.." He said trying to dial his number

Wyatt Clark, my fiance; Wanda Stone, my adopted sister; and I get into a car crash on the way to register our marriage. Wanda and I are both taken to the hospital. Mom, a renowned surgeon, glances at my back, which is covered in blood, then urgently gathers the doctors and nurses to treat Wanda's two-inch cut. "Wanda's injury is in a visible spot. If we don't treat it immediately, it will leave a scar. "I'm your biological mother, after all. If I were to treat you first, people might accuse me of favoritism. I'll treat your injuries once I'm done with Wanda." I have no choice but to grab Wyatt, who has just changed into his white coat. "S-Save me—" Wyatt coldly pulls away from me before

“Fifteen feet to your left. A metal grate.” We reached it within seconds. It was old and rusted at the edges, but still very secure. Without hesitation, Dominic gripped the bars, and with sheer strength, he ripped the damn thing off. Noah helped me down first, firm but gentle. The second my feet hit the ground, my knees almost buckled. There shouldn’t have been this much blood loss. Noah swore. “We have to stop the bleeding.” “No time,” Dominic said sharply. “Move.” I said nothing.

The word bleed caught my attention and i know something is wrong somewhere my belly hurts slightly, same with my thighs, it feels moist, warm and i feel nauseous all of a sudden i look around i had slept outside’ That explains the rocky bed, but he said i am bleeding, i look down at my body, i saw a red stain just on my skirt and i felt a pang in my chest, ahh, my mini skirt was soaked with blood, it felt like i was stabbed on my thighs, the sandy surface of the ties were red as well. Am i really bleeding, why, when did i get stabbed?,mom barged the balcony, with a scary look on her face, which immediately relaxed as she saw my skirt soaked, is she happy i slept outside, or she is happy her

Theo said, helping me to the closet I changed and started the journey home, sitting in the bus wasn't so painful. But walking to my apartment was where the pain surfaced. I fell to the floor just outside the building. Heaving myself up from the floor, I used the wall as a support on steadied myself on my two feet. With my left hand placed on my bleeding shoulder I walked gently through the hallway and in a few seconds I saw my apartment. I felt something odd and increased my pace.

The cut began to bleed profusely. "No," I groaned, trying to put pressure on the wound. The date was looking up, we had shared so much, and now I had to ruin it by bleeding everywhere. My head became light, watching the blood drip down my finger. It was deep, and I knew I would have to return to my apartment to get a hefty dose of my meds to stop it. Sebastian scraped his seat across the old wood floor, coming to my side immediately. He picked me up, setting me on his lap. I didn't have time to react, to protest what he was doing. My world was already darkening, seeing the blood now dripping down my arm.

I said, attempting to be lighthearted. Timothy started to grin, but that was quickly wiped away by the pained expression that took over his face. He fell to one knee, his hands falling to grip my legs for support. “Timothy!” I reached out to check Timothy's wound. At the feeling of thick, warm blood beneath my fingertips, I couldn’t help but retract my fingers. A sigh escaped my lips as crimson liquid trickled down my wrist. "The bleeding is getting worse,” I said. "We need to get you to a hospital."