On The Sidewalk Bleeding Summary Novels & Stories

I gasped, bent over in the chair. "Celine?" Caelum was there the next second, hands holding me up. "What's wrong? What hurts?" "I don't know. Something's wrong. It hurts so much." I glanced down at my bod­y, and my blood ran cold. "Caelum. I'm bleeding." There was blood through my clothes, not just spotting but real heavy bleeding that indicated something was very wrong. Caelum went as white as a sheet and was an instant with his constantly shaking hands on the phone to 911.

I answer her questions and after a while the bleeding slows down, so I take a tissue and head out of the bathroom feeling overwhelmed. I stand outside on the ground and sit down crosslegged. I see Andrew standing a few feet away, watching me. He comes towards me and I stand up. " Hey." He says. " Hi." I say, not looking up. " Are you alright?" He sits besideme, following my stance. "Yes. It was just a nosebleed." " Okay."

As soon as I got out of the taxi, I sought out Allerixk and Blythe. As I was searching for them, I thought about calling Mama and Kuya Samuel, but their phones were out of service. A familiar voice from the backyard cried out the name of Allerick. I knew it was Blythe. There I saw Allerick laying down with Blythe standing in front of him, her clothing stained with blood and sobbing. I drew nearer to them. When I saw the blood on the road, a deep sensation of terror washed over them, a short paralysis. "Allerick!" I yelled.

But his shoulders stayed a little lower, and he didn’t quite meet her eyes. Near dawn, the worst of the bleeding was stanched. The most critical were loaded into ambulances, their vitals marginally less terrible. The dead were covered, lined up neatly in a row that made Lyra’s stomach twist even as she knew it could have been longer. The floodlights buzzed. The air cooled. Lyra stood at the edge of the makeshift camp, rolling her shoulders. Every muscle ached. Her hands were sticky inside her gloves. Aiden limped up beside her, moving more carefully now that the adrenaline was ebbing.

I collapsed onto the floor, my back pressed against the side of the bed. The room service lady pushed the door open and came in. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw me bleeding on the floor. “Oh my God. Ma’am!” She rushed over, dropping the mop bucket. “I’m calling an ambulance right now. Stay with me.” I nodded weakly, trembling as I continued to bleed out.

I lift my head and watch the car drive away at full speed. Once the aggressors are gone, I take Matron Mary Ann by the arms and I drag her to the sidewalk at the other end. The Matron is a heavy woman but the adrenaline through my veins helps me take her to safety. Once we are on the sidewalk, I check how she is. Matron Mary Ann’s forehead is bleeding profusely. I take off my light sky blue sweater and I press it against the wound on her forehead. Very quickly the sweater is tinted red.

They think I'm just a weak girl from the Eclipse. I took a deep breath, stepping out into the pouring rain, the heavy neon pink fabric trailing in the puddles as pedestrians stared and whispered. My feet burned in my heels, the cold water soaking into my skin. I made it exactly two blocks before my heel snapped on a cracked sidewalk, sending me splashing into the wet asphalt. I sat there in the dirt, ruined, freezing, and utterly defeated. The splash of tires cutting through a deep puddle sounded to my left. A sleek, armored black SUV pulled up to the curb, its tinted windows rolling down with a smooth, mechanical hiss.

The burnt woman was bleeding when I opened the door, but the spots on her hands and legs where we had tried to hold while lifting her was now bleeding profusely, like water from a running tap, almost flooding the insides of the car with her blood. “ She's loosing a lot of blood!” Vivian yelped. “ Oh my gosh, she smells like grilled meat”, someone from the gathering crowd shouted and I snarled at him. “ I need everyone to back off right now. Back off right now, please, give us some space”, Dr Bailey said as she made her way through the crowd, her short frame barely making her visible. “ Give me your coat”, I said to her as the look of shock also appeared on her face on seeing the woman.

The movement draws everyone’s attention. Heads turn. People begin gathering around us. “My goodness!” A shocked gasp ripples through the crowd. “How could you push her?” someone shouts. “She’s pregnant!” My heart sinks violently. I shake my head. “No… no, I didn’t push her.” Selina cries out louder. Suddenly a panicked voice screams from the crowd. “She’s bleeding!” My eyes drop instantly. And then I see it. Blood. Dark red liquid spreading across the floor beneath her. Pooling between her legs.

Blood pooled below his face, puddling black on the poorly lit concrete beneath him. “You bitch. You fucking bitch,” he spat, gathering his hands beneath him. Sidney moved to stand, snatching her feet under her, but her leg seized in pain. The hip that had taken her fall locked around the sensation, refused to fold and bear weight. She gasped and flinched at her body’s betrayal then continued crawling backward on her hands. Tony dragged himself up, unfolding slowly to stand with more blood poured from his lips. He spit toward his feet as he stared at her sideways. Then he lunged for her again, snagging her ankle with his hand.