Open Wounds Book Novels & Stories

Pushing the thoughts away, I finally take a look at the wound. The wound was more of a gash, running from his left pectoral down to his midsection. I could see the barbaric stitches where he attempted to badge and stitch it up. However, parts of the wound had opened and blood was flowing out of it. From the corner, she could even see a slight presence of clear liquid oozing out of it. In short, the injury was bad and stood a chance of getting infected. Badly. "Holy shit." I muttered as she took another patch of cotton gauze and the rubbing alcohol to clean the wound.

His slender hand pressed on the yellowed pages of a book, but the thin calluses on his fingers were reminiscent of the sharpness when gripping a knife. The man's still eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she immediately closed her eyes. A moment later, someone tucked the quilt tighter around her. After another long while of silence, something suddenly touched her lips, brushing past as if a finger verifying texture, then vanishing in an instant. --- The medicine was indeed very effective. After removing the bandages, pale red scars covered her body, but the pain was gone, and the wounds had healed faster than imagined.

abomination Pov: Winston I was still shaking in rage by the time the fight was over. "You called for me, Winston?" Gwyn appeared into the room where a medic was tending to my injuries. They weren't nearly as fatal as I expected. A few scratches and a stab wound to my thigh. The medic spread a hand over the stab wound and I felt my cells awaken at her command, the bleeding stopped, my skin cells started climbing over themselves to repair tissue damage and knit over the wound. Within seconds my wound was completely healed.

There was so much information available to me. The text was concise and informative. I had just happened to pick a text on wound care. I read how to clean a wound so that no infection could set in, and how to use my healing to reinforce the cleansing. I learned that it was possible for my healing powers to burn infection out of a wound if it did happen. It was rare for a wolf to get an infection. However, it could happen. And some of the packs had human members, like my mother had been. And there were other half-bloods like myself. Any of them could become infected.

I say, looking at her and feeling revulsion that something’s alive in my wound. “Bacteria. You don’t have as much as Lane had, but his injury was over a week old, as I said. Raif has done a good job so far of keeping the wound clean, but that would have changed over time. With warrior training, running, pretty much anything and everything you do allows bacteria to get into an open wound,” she says. I frown and sit as I look back at the slide, watching the nasty little blob squirm around. “Is that what I’m supposed to be looking at?”

“Less talk and get to work, “ he said coldly. She was confused and was about to ask what he meant but he attacked her lips making her widen her eyes in shock. Just as she thought, he was a pervert. As much as she tried to push him away she couldn’t. His kiss was harsh and painful. It had no emotions in it only pain. He stopped for a minute and she thoughts she could finally say something but he attacked her again. This time ripping her clothes off before she could react. He carried her and brought her to his bedroom there her on his bed. She heard in her eyes now and wanted to scream but she then realized she had a cut on her lip and it had already swollen. She looked at him incur wondering

She read the book again; to heal and to heat up. With her other hand, she undid her robe, exposing her naked body to the light. She unwrapped the bandage around her abdomen and let the bloody cloth fall to the floor. She caressed the injury with a finger, it was the first time she was seeing it after it had been stitched and indeed, it looked terrible.

The blood had seeped through his shirt and suit jacket, hidden by the darkness of the fabric. He was seriously injured. The doctor examined his wound and advised, "There's still inflammation. You sustained a serious injury this time. Please rest well and closely monitor your diet." Gloria and Brian nodded. The doctor reminded Winston, "You must keep the wound dry. It was torn open a few days ago and became infected after being exposed to rain. If it gets infected again, it could significantly delay the healing process." It was crucial to handle the healing wound with care and attention.

How had I gone from dreaming of a future filled with love and happiness to being trapped in this hell? As the days dragged on, my wounds began to fester and throb. The cuts and bruises had become infected, the skin around them swollen and inflamed. Pus oozed from the open wounds, mingling with the dirt and grime that coated my skin. I knew I had to do something to treat my wounds, to prevent the infection from spreading further and consuming me whole.

he smiled. I sighed and threw my head down. "Please" I whispered in defeat. "Leave" I said I closed my eyes when I heard the door open and close again. I fell onto my bed and allowed my tears to fall out. *** The doctor came into to check my wounds and said that my wound will heal soon, but what about the wounds in my heart?...who will heal them?. My family was crying when they saw me in the hospital bed again. I was now ready to go home. I could walk a bit as luckily the cut wasn't that deep. I just limp a little but I could walk thank god.