Pictures Of A Blown Vein นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He pulled out a thick needle and shoved it straight into my already shrunken vein. He didn't use any disinfectant and was rough. Bright red blood began to rush through the tube and into the collection bag. As the liquid drained from me, my vision blurred. The cold sank deeper into my bones. My heartbeat slowed to a crawl. Still in Whitney's arms, Cameron cracked one eye open. He let out a cruel smile at me. It was like he was watching an animal being bled out on a hook. I smiled back. It was a smile of release.

She hovers over Alpha Lucas, pointing a light directly in the wound to see inside his abdomen, and I have to swallow to keep from losing my lunch. "The damage is too much to leave. You'll have to clamp the vein closed and put a patch on it," she says before opening and closing cubbards in the room until she finds what she is looking for. "This is a clamp. I need you to put it on the severed vein to make it stop bleeding. Put it a little higher than where it is severed at so you have room for the patch." She says the words, and I struggle to keep up with them. I nod my agreement as she shoves the clamp into my hand.

He reassured the Delta before stepping aside and letting me through. I entered the room and the door closed behind me, leaving me alone with the three werewolves—and a horrifying sight. Rum was on the bed, lying face down, his back bare, facing up. And all over his back was a web of black branches, thick ones and thin ones overlapping intricately, converging to an opening in the greyish-white skin—the stabbed wound. Veins. These are the veins and blood vessels inside Rum's body. I followed one black blot as it moved towards the wound and watched it appear as a blob of fluid, black and red, like a drop of dirty blood, the size of a marble.

ANNA KYLIN CHESTER A VEIN THROBBED in Jones’s forehead like it was going to burst. I had a wry smile on my face as I tried to remember the medical term for a burst vein and how to treat it. An emergency surgery perhaps. His face was twisted, changing through different emotions at the same time.

Blaze, gripped by impatience, groaned, "You talk too much. Just do it, Goddammit!" Responding to the exigency, Dexter elongated his fangs with a swift motion, ready to drink from Blaze's neck, but Blaze intervened, "Do you have to feed from my neck? Use my wrist instead." Dexter scoffed, "For someone who is at the brink of death, you are pretty audacious. The internal jugular veins, vital conduits for blood, run discreetly on both sides of the neck. They mirror the path of the carotid arteries, offering a direct route to the heart. If I release the serum into these veins, it would swiftly reach the heart and circulate throughout the body, expediting its effects.

The victims have bite marks on their necks. Then five pictures were propped below the paragraph. The sight made Zheira want to vomit. No bloodstains were to be found in the corpses, but their necks did have a bite mark. It was only small, and yet, bluish veins, similar to Zheira’s, were bulging through the slit. After the five pictures, the article’s continuation appeared. Zheira wanted so much to stop reading, but her fingers betrayed her.

Leon let out a cold smile as he cast Kayson and the others out of his mind. After roughly 2 hours and 50 minutes, Leon cracked his eyes open. He frowned slightly as he felt something was wrong. There was a throbbing pain spreading from his arms. Just when he was checking himself, the skin of his left arm cracked, and a vein burst. “Argh! What’s going on!?” Leon was startled. However, before he could do anything, a vein on his back burst and blood oozed out from the wound, dyeing his shirt red.

That final foot would never land. The hand gripping the sword began to shake. At first, just a faint tremor in the knuckles. Then his entire hand convulsed violently, like an old man too frail to hold a teacup steady. He stared down at his own hand, his pupils shrinking to needlepoints. Black veins erupted beneath his skin, starting from his fingertips. They didn't surface from the outside. They leaked upward from within his blood vessels, every dark line spreading along the pathways of his veins.

Emma had seen wounds before—deep lacerations, burns, infected cuts oozing poison—but nothing like this. She hovered over Steve’s exposed chest, her hands trembling slightly as she stared down at the jagged gashes across his torso. At first, they seemed like ordinary battle wounds—shallow slices where ice-blades had raked his skin—but beneath the surface, strange blue veins were branching outward, like frost creeping along glass. Every pulse of his heart seemed to carry the cold further.

He remembered her words and without any thought, he darted out of the roots of the tree. Alex watched in calm as Weaver opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when the motion of a red blur shot out from underneath the slightly uprooted roots of a tree. Weaver was about to give chase but was stopped by Alex, who gently bit down on his tail. "Do not give chase." Alex said firmly and Weaver pulled his ears to his head but nodded while looking into the direction the red blur had run in.