Stop The Bleed Instructor Portal Novels & Stories

Liora grunted as her hands moved around. "Liora!" Lily called out as the loud beep of the monitor filled the hall. Her hands moved fast—a dead glint in her eyes. "You need to…," Ian said, a sense of urgency in his voice too as he kept glancing at the monitor and at Liora. Instantly Liora shouted, "Clamp!” At once the bleeding slowed and then stopped. A few heartbeats of silence passed as everyone stood watching in shock. “BP’s coming up,” Lily said, stunned, and then added, “Ninety systolic.”

She strung the suture through the needle holders and had the hemostats ready to clamp the bleeder. She tapped Jack’s hand and he slowly brought it down holding the rag. Claire studied the wound again and quickly spotted the bleeder. “Ok be still.''Claire said quietly as she grabbed the hemostats and clamped the bleeder. To her surprise Jack didn't move. She quickly looped the suture underneath the bleeder and began tying it off. She removed the clamp and was happily surprised as the wound stopped filling with blood. She leaned over and grabbed another clean rag and dabbed at the wound. She smiled to herself.

And furious. I couldn’t tell what hurt more—my body or the fact that I’d cost him the win. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, barely able to keep my eyes open. “Shut up,” he muttered. We burst from the forest into the clearing. Instructors stood waiting with glowing orbs that logged time and artifact value. Kael stomped forward, still holding me, soaked in sweat and dirt and blood. Whispers broke out immediately. “She’s bleeding—” “Did they fail?”

Just do something and don't just stand there am fucking bleeding get me to the hospital I screamed but he seems like someone who isn't in his right state of mind. "Please, Damon come back to me I just can't bleed to death I screamed as the pain increase, what the hell do you give me Damon but he was speechlessly." "Annabelle, just shut the hell up and let me think of what to do I just can't take you to the hospital in a state like this I just have to stop the bleeding before taking you hospital. I think I have Vitamin K injection someone told me it's stop bleeding so fucking give me the damn thing I yelled "

I didn't know when my hands moved on their own and I found myself hugging him. “P-please,” I begged, not sure what I was begging for. Adrian's body stiffened slightly, and he didn't move. Chaos filled everywhere as people screamed and yelled. The teachers had already arrived at the scene and I could hear them giving out instructions to some students. ‘“Call an abundance!” Noah yelled. “Mrs. Smith … this student's pulse is very weak. We have to stop the bleeding before the ambulance reach this place,” He was breathless, and I could hear him breathing heavily.

For some reason, it unsettled me more than the cut on my hand. I looked away immediately after that, flexing my fingers slightly before regretting it the moment pain shot through my palm again. “Okay, no,” Chloe said quickly. “Stop moving it.” Despite myself, I let out a small breath that almost sounded like a laugh. She noticed it instantly. “You think this is funny?” “A little.” “It’s literally bleeding.” “I know.” The instructor sighed tiredly beside us before handing Chloe a small piece of gauze from the first aid box near the front desk. “Just apply pressure and take him to the infirmary.”

His mouth opens and closes, but he doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t move. “CHARLIE! GET OVER HERE!” He jumps at the command, but moves into action, putting on the gloves and walking over. “Give me your left hand,” I say and he holds it out. I take his pointer finger and move it to where I need him to stop the bleeding. “Relax your hand,” I tell him and he does. “Okay, see how the bleeding there has stopped?” “Yes.” “Good. You have to watch that artery and make sure no blood seeps out. If it does, move your finger until it stops again. Give me your right hand,” I say and I do the same with that hand, plugging another bleeder on this guy.

The bleeding doesn’t stop. I look at the mirror cabinet, feeling a bit worried. I open the door and see a stack of cotton pads inside. I grab a few and press one against my nose, trying to stop the bleeding. The cotton soaks up the blood quickly, but it just doesn’t stop. I feel a bit frustrated and reach for more cotton. I keep adding layer after layer, pressing them firmly against my nose. After using several pads, I finally notice that the bleeding is slowing down. I take a deep breath, feeling relief that it seems to be getting better. Turning on the water, I splash my face to feel better and then dry it with a towel.

The room filled with tension, every second feeling like an eternity. “Clear!” Erica called, pressing the paddles to Bjorn’s chest. His body jolted, the electricity surging through him. The monitor beeped erratically before slowly returning to a steady rhythm. Arisha released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Okay, we’re back. Let’s finish this.” She resumed her focus, and the room seemed to hold its breath as she made the final adjustments. “There,” she whispered, her voice firm. “The bleeding has stopped. Prepare to close.”

I had spent years studying the old ways, even after they cast me out. “His spleen,” I whispered. “I think the bleed’s there. We need to relieve pressure.” The nurse nodded, prepping tools. I guided her hand with precision, showing her where to apply gentle counterpressure to avoid shock. I used a pressure seal to stabilize his core, and Lara placed a cold compress over his chest to slow the bleed internally. “His breathing’s stabilizing,” the nurse murmured in disbelief. “Heart rate increasing,” another said. “He’s not out of danger yet, but it’s working.”