On The Sidewalk Bleeding Summary Novels & Stories

Victor fell off from his chair to the hard floor as blood dripped down his mouth and the bottle shattered into pieces with a sound, drawing attention to them. Noah turned to the bar man. “Another bottle.” He said but the barman hesitated. “Give me a goddamn bottle or I will fire you!” The barman quickly placed one on the table. Victor stood from the floor after regaining his balance. “What the fuck, Noah?” He cleaned the blood dropping on his shirt. “I told you to leave me alone.” He light a cigarette. “How did you find me?” He took a deep smoke and gulped from the bottle.

Eric had made a mess of the guy’s face. “What the f**k?” Sed eased Trey down to the sidewalk, dropped to his knees, and put his ear to Trey’s chest. “His heart’s still beating. He’s breathing.” “Well, duh. You didn’t think he was dead, did you? He isn’t even bleeding.” Brian staggered his way back up the sidewalk to join them. He massaged the knuckles of his right hand, his dark brows drawn together in an angry scowl. “Damn it, Eric, why do you always have to start shit?”

I walked down the roadside in tears, one shoe lost along the way, the soles of my feet torn and bleeding. People glanced at me—my bloodied face, the stains on my clothes—but no one dared to come near. Some paused, looked like they wanted to ask something, then quickly backed away. I didn’t know where to go. I didn’t know who to call. I didn’t even know if there was anyone I could call. Julian was hurt. There’d been so much blood. But he told me to leave.

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."

“You’re bleeding.” I touch my temple and my fingers come away red. Huh. That’s a lot of blood. “Sit down before you fall down.” He’s guiding me backward but my legs aren’t working right. “I just need a second—” The pavement rushes up to meet me and then everything goes black.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Shadows began to form around Khalid, wrapped in a cold dust, but a kind of tentacle threw me back while the rest concentrated on Sophia's chest, which didn't stop bleeding. WHAT DID YOU DO!?’ I heard Achilles shouting in my mind. I fell to the ground, looking at my hand, trying to understand what I had done.

IANNA’POV Blood oozed out of the wound fast making me feel dizzy. I thought I was going to pass out soon. I looked around trying to find something to stop the bleeding with when the blood started coming out slower and slower. I was shocked thinking that I had bled out all the blood in my body. Before I could start making myself crazy Sandra said, “Don’t be stupid, I am healing you and if you have bled all the blood out of your body then you would be dead.”

Extremely calmly used force to cut a line, cut off the aorta, and blood spurted out. The crimson color seemed to glow in the night. My breathing stopped, and my heart ached. I rushed over, wanting to grab a blanket to stop the bleeding, screaming for help. But no one seemed to hear my screams. And the blood kept flowing like a waterfall, soaking a large blanket. 'Stop, please stop, please, please...' I muttered like a madman,

I tried to open my mouth to speak, but only empty air escaped from my lips. My nails raked across Violet’s lab coat, while Rose’s hands found my wrists and twisted them with a grin on her face. A couple of nurses and doctors attended to the bleeding Doctor Violet first, as if me lying half-unconscious and half-conscious in the middle of the road was nothing. “Lilly!” Alpha Gideon shouted. “Stop—” He sighed an “oh” upon beholding me and my position on the concrete road and the bleeding Violet on the street and Rose hovering above me with a loathful grin on her hideous face.

"I'm glad you finally understand your place. If you dare go after Jacob again, I'll make sure you rot in that basement for the rest of your life." After she left, I dragged my weak body out of the restroom. Suddenly, blood started dripping from my nose, and it wouldn't stop. I pressed my fingers to my nostrils to stop it, but it kept coming, soaking the pale gown in red. My legs gave out, and I collapsed. Someone walking by saw me and shouted, "Help! Someone passed out! She's bleeding everywhere! Is she dying?"