On The Sidewalk Bleeding Summary Novels & Stories

Pain flared hot and sudden. For a second, I saw nothing but white. Then sound rushed back in. Laughter. Footsteps shifting. My own ragged breathing. Warmth slid down the side of my face. I lifted a hand. My fingers came away smeared with red. Blood. Blood dripped from my brow to the ground, bright and shocking against the pale dust. It slid between the cracks in the soil and disappeared, as if the earth swallowed it whole. “Claire,” Sonia said, a hint of alarm in her voice. “She’s bleeding.”

He blurts out, posing his shoulder to me, “Get yourself together, I'll be back in a few minutes.” “Bastián!” I screamed watching him leave, taking Liv by force, holding her arm, crying and asking for help, “BASTIAN!” I stammered, spitting blood, I moved my body until I was lying on the ground, I crawled, I didn't get very far, I gave up, I had bled too much, I painted a path of blood until I was face up in the middle of the street, the dark sky was etched in my mind as my eyelids lowered against my will to stay awake, here longer.

I thought it was a normal feeling due to what I'd just went through back there in the procedure room, not until I started bleeding heavily. “Oh my gosh! Look at that lady over there, she's bleeding.” “Shall we go help her?” “Do you know her from the days of eve? C'mon, let's just walk away.” “She's a total stranger. We can't help her.” Passers-by started talking, their eyes fixed on me as they walked away, refusing to come help me at all. I struggled to lift my legs, and while I walked in a much slower pace, I bled, leaving a trail of blood on the road surface.

I muttered. “You need to see a doctor, you’re bleeding.” He replied. “It’s just a scratch, I’ll handle it. Just help me to the sidewalk and you can leave.” I said pointedly. The guy sighed, leaned down and gave me a hand. I took his hand and tried to stand up. A stab of pain shot through me as I stood up and started walking towards the sidewalk with the help of the stranger.

"Here, this way." Turning my body sideways, I do my best to steer him off the sidewalk into a little alley between two stores. "Oh, thank you, young lady." He leans up against the brick building as his body trembles. "Take a minute to gather your breath." I monitor his breathing the best I can from my position on the sidewalk. Besides the small scrape on his palm, which appears to have quit bleeding already, he doesn't look anything worse than a little shaken up. "The people were pushing and yelling. I didn't think I'd make it. Thank you." He stands to his full height.

Traffic stopped dead all around us with horns blaring continuously and pedestrians screaming their heads off while everyone whipped out phones to record this nightmare unfolding right there on the sidewalk. "Marco you have to help him right now please get him up off the ground he's bleeding so much everywhere I can't just stand here watching him die." I shrieked with pure panic clawing up my throat because even after everything he'd done even after all the betrayal the sight of his broken body lying there in his own blood hit something deep and human inside me that I couldn't ignore. Marco barked rapid orders into his wrist microphone while he and my other men sprinted across the intersectio

He slumped in his seat, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead. “Out, now!” the team leader barked, kicking the door wider. Liam unbuckled us, pulling me to my feet, his arm never leaving my waist. The rain hit us like needles as we stumbled out into the street, the city’s pulse thrumming around us—horns, distant sirens, the hum of life that didn’t care about our near-death experience.

Brenda was shivering. What had Derrick done? Their lives were never going to be the same ever again. She saw Carol sobbing as the two bodyguards helped Allen into a stretcher. He had fallen into unconsciousness already. But the bleeding was severe. The entire floor was filled with blood and despite trying to stop it with a gauze, it was oozing out. "Someone call the police" Collins ordered and Alex said the police were on their way. Wanju shivered and walked towards Collins He wanted to explain to him that it wasn't what he thought. But he soon heard Candice yelling.

She stepped out and decided to take a walk while her assistant fix the car. She walked down the empty alley to feel the cold and fresh air. Sarah was still lost in her thoughts but a painful whimper brought her back to life. She followed the direction of sound and quickly hid herself behind the wall. Some men were beating a man who was on the floor. All were in black suits, build like tanks. She could hear the man begging and screaming for his life which froze her on the spot. One man came ahead from the group; she can see his face due to dim street lights. It was the most abandoned place of the city and she was aware that crimes do happen here.

Cold enough to make her instinctively pull her hand away. “What is…” A thin line of blood appeared beneath one nostril. At first, it looked insignificant, no more than a trickle. Then another stream emerged from his other nostril. Someone in the crowd pointed. “He’s bleeding.” The blood continued to flow, creeping over his lips before dripping onto the concrete. It wasn’t the bright crimson red she expected. It was darker. So dark that it looked almost black against the pale gray pavement. A woman covered her mouth. Another stepped backward, clutching her purse to her chest.