Popped Blood Vessel On Arm の小説・ストーリー

" She requested and I did just as I was told. She requested the maid to bring some cotton wool dipped in antiseptic and she cleansed an area on my arm in a circular motion. She waited for it to dry off before grasping my arm firmly and pressing her thumb on my arm. The needle went into my arm barely a second later and I stilled, not wanting anything to go wrong. She drained my blood into the needle carefully and when it was full, she removed the needle from my arm in a swift backward motion. She immediately placed a gauze on the puncture. She then applied adequate pressure, probably to avoid clotting. After holding pressure for about a minute, she then taped a fresh piece of gauze on my arm.

I try to open the window but I it doesn't budge. I start to cry in frustration as I struggle with the heavy window. Oww, my arm is hurting. What happened to my arm anyway? I slowly unwrap the bandage and gasp when I see the huge cut across my wrist with large black stitches. God, it’s a bad stitch job. My tears of fear start to fall. Whoever cut my arm didn’t care if I bled to death as that’s a main artery. With shaking legs I walk into the bathroom and close the door.

I settled back against the gurney as the fireman stepped back to make room for the EMTs. "Previous arterial injury?" the female technician asked me. I nodded. Pushed the black clouds of pain from my mind as much as possible. "Arterial separation from sharp implement." Her brown eyes widened. "Where?" I pointed to my right hip. "Femoral artery." She yanked me flat, slapped an oxygen mask on my face. "I've got to cut your dress. Less chance it depositing anything into an open wound. You don't have any blood, but I need to do an examination."

“Okay. Using a tourniquet, tie the patient's arm to three to four inches above the extraction site. The patient's vein is quite visible, so we'll remove the latex first." For a brief moment, my attention was drawn to them. Seriously, it appears to be their first time performing a blood extraction. Sir was just staring at me, keeping an eye on everything I did. Furthermore, my brain is a traitor in every way. I'm still thinking about what happened last night.

Sophie pinched the bridge of her nose, “It is normal for someone to have two gifts unrelated to each other?” “It is not an exact science Luna,” she tied a rubber tube around my arm and tapped my hand, “make a fist for me dear.” I balled up my hand like she asked and she tapped the vein at my inner elbow. “Just a pinch…” she pushed a needle attached to a plastic tube into my arm and snapped an empty vial into it. She quickly filled 2 more vials with my blood and removed the needle, taping a cotton ball firmly over the puncture. She checked the clock on the wall, “I would be interested to know what time it heals over, if you notice it.” I nodded, and applied light pressure to the cotton ball.

she said, he arranged another bed where she laid close to Arnold. He brought out a narrow long transparent tube from a bag and connected injection needles to both ends He then tied a small rope on her upper arm so her veins could be visible; he then inserted the needle into the vein after applying alcohol. Her blood flowed into the pipe, he then connected the other end to Arnold and his blood flowed into the pipe, he then held the middle of the pipe with two fingers, which stopped both bloods from coming together

I hiss and he increased the pressure on my arm and smirked. I tried pulling my arm away but it didn't work. The veins in my neck were tightening and I gritted my teeth and growled loudly in frustration. My arm started throbbing and it felt as if the circulation had cut off. I gritted my teeth, and my brain was desperately trying to figure out a quick and likely successful way to free myself.

Mable took his pulse and found that his breathing was very disorganized and that he lost a lot of blood. “Did the injury on your arm injust a large blood vessel?” Otherwise, he could not have lost so much blood. Blair nodded and looked gently at her. “Mm. It bled quite a bit, but it’s fine now.” “Besides your arm, are you injured anywhere else?” Mable was still worried. “No.” Blair paused for a moment and spread his arms. “You can check if you don’t believe me.” “No… No need.” Mable withdrew her hand and stood up. “Rest well.”

"It's okay, my love, you're strong, remember?" So much blood. I urgently needed to stop that bleeding, but I couldn't figure out where it was coming from, from the arm, of course, but it seemed to be coming from nowhere. I remembered something I learned in one of the early classes in college: the artery. I shoved my hand inside the wound, and she groaned in pain. I don't know how I was managing to do it, but I tried to keep all emotions out of me and continue. I searched through all that blood in her arm and managed to locate the ruptured artery and squeezed it with my fingers. I looked at my daughter, and she was almost closing her eyes.

Robin's command was fraught with anxiety. Robin nearly fainted when he noticed a small amount of blood on his palm while sitting Poppy in the car. The mucus came from the top of Poppy's thigh as he carried her. “Blood...” Robin's hands trembled violently. Robin's face was horrified as he stared at the blood. He wasn't even scared when Dante shot someone in front of him when he was a child. “Hurry to the hospital!!” Robin quickly instructed the driver to drive the car right away.