On The Sidewalk Bleeding Summary Novels & Stories

Silver Title: The Bleeding The floor was cold against my back. I could feel it through my jacket, through my jeans, through every layer of clothing that was supposed to protect me from the world. But nothing could protect me from this. Nothing could protect me from the burning pain in my side, spreading like wildfire through my veins. I was bleeding. I knew it before I even looked down. I could feel it. The warmth soaking through my clothes. The wetness spreads across my skin. The way my body was slowly, steadily, giving up.

The limo screeched to a stop in front of Cedars Medical Center. Anna flung the door open before it even fully stopped. “Help! Please—somebody help us!” she screamed, half-dragging, half-carrying Vivian out of the car. Vivian’s head rolled back limply. Her lips were pale, her dress soaked in sweat. Two nurses ran out with a stretcher. “What happened?” one of them shouted. “I—I don’t know, she just—she started bleeding—she’s not breathing right!” Anna’s voice cracked, tears blurring her eyes.

Sigrid crossed to where the bleeding Van Helsing had managed to drag himself several meters down the sidewalk away from the building. “Help me!” He groaned as he saw her lean over him. “I’ll help you,” she agreed and picked him up by the front of his flack vest, carrying him along easily with her, ignoring his cries of pain from his almost severed leg, his heels dragging along the pavement.

It was becoming a whole thing with her. It was going to give me a stroke before the semester was even done. I couldn't help the huge wave of gratitude that washed over me just seeing her breathe. Thank goddess. She was alive. I had actually found her. Then I looked down at the ground. Oh no. Blood. There was a thick, dark smear of red covering the pavement right beneath her ankles. She was bleeding badly from both of her feet. The soles were completely shredded and cut to pieces. She must have been running on some rough ground.

It was a long drive through the desert and hospitals were something that not many of them were willing to do for obvious reasons. “Shower first,” Blake said, bending his head to assess the bleeding. “No. This one.” He pointed to a nasty series of bite wounds that started high up on his neck and ended on his shoulder. How he hadn’t had his jugular torn out was beyond him. Skill, maybe, but more like luck. “This one needs to be stitched. It’s deep. It’s bleeding.”

Daniel cries as he look at my pale skin. Everyone nods, as They quickly though of an idea. "Why is she bleeding a lot, it is not stopping , this can't be happening," I heard Daniel shouting as tears fall down his face. Nobody couldn't answer him; that's all I knew that I have to go to the hospital before I bleed to death. "I do not know, " Michelle responded back "They're not ready." I repeated over again as I shivered. I could hear Seth on the phone with the Emergency Response. "She's bleeding; We can't wait for 15 minutes; she'll die." He has thrown his phone onto the floor, making it breaks. I saw Michelle had grabbed the hospital bag that Daniel and I had prepared.

The left side of the car was wrecked from the violent collision. I looked at the large truck, whether loaded with goods or not, which was not far from the scene. People were holding a man who was trying to escape. Since I was far away from them, I couldn't see his face. I was relieved when I heard the sound of sirens. The people moved away, but I approached the victim lying on the sidewalk. I knelt near him and held his hand. I didn't dare touch any other part of his body, let alone his bleeding head. Someone was holding a cloth near his head to stop the bleeding.

The bleeding wouldn't stop. I curled into a ball, afraid to move. I lay helpless on the cold floor, silent tears tracking through the grime on my face. My belly felt like it was being ripped apart by a thousand venomous snakes. I was fading, lying there as the silver wound on my arm turned black, still weeping blood. I lost consciousness for a moment, and in the haze, I could almost feel Death's cold fingers beckoning me closer. Just as I thought it was the end, Sophia reappeared.

"Tilt your head back. It'll stop soon." Halsey took the tissues and tilted her head, still confused. "Why am I bleeding?" Dwight didn't answer. He turned and opened the door, stepping out. The cold wind hit him immediately, freezing his face. It was sharp and biting, but it also helped clear away the soft, sweet scent of the girl he had just left behind. Just then, Halsey caught up to him, having stopped the bleeding from her nose. "Wait up! Why do you have so many scars?"

I couldn't prevent myself from falling because I had lost focus while talking to Nico. I felt a liquid on my thighs and when I looked on the floor,it was blood,I was bleeding.Students flooded in the washroom and looked at me bleeding on the ground. Sandra was nowhere to be seen as she had already escaped. “What happened?”Students asked me and I couldn't stop crying. “My baby,my baby.”Those were the only words that came out of my mouth at the moment.Nico pushed through the crowds and came to me. He picked me from the floor and carried me in his arms, students paved away for him and he carried me towards the campus's hospital.