Stitches Graphic Novels & Stories

“Just breathe. You can do it. You’re over halfway.” I nodded, unable to speak and placed the next stitch. One after another. My hands were unrecognizable, my nails black with Caraway’s blood. I ceased to think beyond the placement of the next stitch, ceased to hear the other injured and the healers who tended them around me. Caraway continued to breathe, and the wound began to close, an ugly, jagged line held together with almost invisible stitches.

All I could see was red, everything else was just a blur. I didn’t know if there were any fragments left, but from what I could tell, it seemed like I got it all. Finally, I grabbed the suture needle and the clear fishing line. It took all my willpower to start stitching his wound. I tried my best to keep my hands from shaking—after all, I was piercing a needle through human skin, not fabric. I had no idea what kept me going to finish the job. The stitches were messy, but at least they were done.

Each stitch closed the wound neatly, and still he showed no sign of discomfort beyond the occasional measured breath. "Almost done," I murmured as I placed the final stitches. "You’re going to have a scar. Shame about those perfect abs."

“Yes. It’s called a crazy quilt. I can’t force myself to make any of this thunder patterns. All those squares and triangles make me cross eyed.” “But you still make them?” she laughed. “I still try. After all, it’s what A Stitch In Time specializes in.” She held up the fabric, and he realized that, although she’d sewn several pieces together, she’d done it badly and the pieces didn’t hang straight. “Too bad I suck, huh?”

She explained. "Thank you. Gracie, saline." I say. So Gracie hands me the saline and I was out her wound. And I show Gracie was the butterfly stitches look like. "I won't forget those. I love butterflies." Gracie says. "Really. Me too." I say. And I put four butterfly stitches over Leah's cut on her head. " That should heal pretty quickly." I tell her. "Thank you." She says.

I looked away, feeling a cotton bud sweep across the gash on my palm. "The stitches have come apart, Sir. You need to see a doctor." Stacy said. Tbc…

he whispered. I swallowed a hard, invisible lump in my throat. The mark wasn't random. It was shaped like a circle with three slashes through it. “I don't know. I’ve never seen anything like it too,” I whispered back. I brought out my phone from my pocket. “What are you—” Stiles tried to ask, but I had already taken a picture of the symbol. “In human movies, things like these did matter so…” I said, putting my phone back into my pocket. Stiles nodded in agreement.

he laughed again. Jay and Mia both blushed. “Jay can I look at Mia’s patch up job I need to see something.” He looked at Mia and her face broke into a huge grin “Oh no” he said “This is the only thing I couldn’t teach her” Jay unwrapped the bandage from his arm, there was the bullet hole that had been stitched, but instead of straight stiches was an intricate design with the letters M i a in it. Alex laughed shaking his head, Jay looked at Mia “you did that, while I was out?”

JC replied. Without wasting time, Doctor Annastacia also carefully examined JC's condition, especially the surgical stitches on his back. A fairly long horizontal line stretching from right to left appears to be starting to dry even though it has not yet merged on the surface of the skin because it has only been less than 24 hours after surgery. "Are you feeling sick, sore, or something?" Anna asked JC while pressing the area around the wound. "Ouch! If you press it of course it hurts, Anna!" groaned JC.

Her face was pale and tight with pain, but her eyes were open and tracking my movements. "You're being really quiet." Her voice was strained, barely above a whisper. "Usually you at least tell me whether I'm going to live." "You're going to live." I threaded the suture needle. "The cuts are deep but they missed the organs. You'll heal faster than a human would, but it's going to hurt for a while." "It already hurts." "I know. I'm sorry." I started stitching. The first suture went in clean, and I tied it off with steady fingers. The second one was the same. But by the third, the trembling came back. My hand twitched mid pull, and I had to pause and take a breath before continuing.