Stop The Bleed Instructor Portal Novels & Stories

A faint wince crossed his pale face. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts, Mister. But you have to hold on." She increased the pressure with both hands, remembering everything she could from the basic first-aid lesson her school had organized only a few months earlier. The instructor had repeatedly emphasized one thing. Stop the bleeding first.. Everything else could wait. "Please don't fall asleep. Stay awake. You have to stay awake!" Rose yelled when she noticed he was barely breathing.

It takes me a few attempts to open - is this cap welded on or something? It might be more for the fact my fingers are smearing blood all over the white lid that is making it impossible. I guess I’ll just do this myself. I piece a claw through the tube, then squeeze the contents into my palms before smearing it all on my face and neck. It’s cooling and instantly I see the bleeding stop, the redness gone and my skin is back to normal. What the hell is this stuff?

He walked out, muttering about sending someone soon to bandage her up. “No, please! Come back!” But he was gone. “Audrey?” “Becca…” Audrey gulped, trying to hold on to the fire she had before. “What do I do?” “Roll over. Roll over onto your stomach. Press yourself in the floor. It should help to stop the bleeding. Tell me when you’re done.” “Done,” Audrey said after about a minute or so. “It hurts. It’s hard to breathe this way.” “I know. But we’re going to be okay. We will.”

Iann drops beside me, breathless, his hands already pulling out the gauze and a clotting agent from the emergency pack he brought with him. I don’t question why he has it. Right now, I’m just grateful he’s here. “I’ll hold pressure,” he says, his voice shaking slightly. I've worked with Iann for a long time and this is the first time I've heard him shake. I nod, my fingers trembling only slightly as I check her vitals. “The pulse is weak, breathing is unstable. We need to stop the bleeding and stabilize her before transport.” “Roger that. I won't let her die.” He says to himself as he puts on his gloves.

It gushed out so much blood, and I knew what I had to do to help her. She watched me pull off my pajama top and roll it into a ball before I pressed it against her stomach wound. Pride blossomed in her glistening teary eyes. It always made her proud when I remembered the things she taught me. Take now, for instance. She once told me that if I encountered a person bleeding from an injury, I could help them by pressing firmly against the wound to slow the bleeding. I hoped her lessons worked in our favor today. I couldn’t lose her; she is all I’ve ever had.

She swallowed and focused on what she could do: stop the bleeding, clean the edges, keep him from losing more than he could afford. She let a thin, controlled wash of power flow through her fingertips, cooling and tightening the vessels around the tear. Not enough to scar too hard, just enough to help the body do what it was already trying to do. Deren hissed through his teeth, then exhaled in a long, shaky breath as the bleeding slowed. “Better,” he muttered. “Thanks, He—Rin.” “Keep pressure,” she said, nodding at Talia, who took over again with more confidence now that the flow had eased. “Wrap tight. Not so tight, you cut off his foot.”

Julie said, glancing at her, "The wound is not big, if you press it yourself for a while, it will stop bleeding." Terry rushed over and asked, "What happened?" Julie pointed at Hannah's hand and said, "Caught crabs, got pinched by the crabs." "Are you okay?" "It's nothing, just a little bleeding." Hannah felt very embarrassed and didn't dare to say anything. "What kind of grass is that? Can it stop bleeding?" Julie pointed to the grass near her feet. "Snow grass, stops bleeding." Roberto taught because she had been pinched by a crab a few days ago.

Blood gushed from his mouth, splattering the floor. Briella froze. The sight of that much blood stunned her, but she quickly snapped out of it, grabbing her syringes and jabbing a dozen of them into his pressure points, halting the bleeding just in time. She barked, “Call a doctor!” He can’t die—not yet! Meanwhile, at the Ledger Estate. “So this is your plan?” Harvey sat behind the table, hands clasped, his expression icy. Penny trembled. “Uncle Ledger, I...”

Reya pressed convincingly, and the teacher sighed to hear the answers of his student. Arriving home from school, Reya immediately got into a taxi to go to the hospital carefully. Arriving at the hospital, the woman wore a large hoodie so that no one would suspect her whereabouts, Reya quickly entered one of the doctor's rooms. "Please sit down," said doctor Zayn telling Reya who sat down. "What brought you here?" he asked opening the conversation. "Doc, how can I stop getting nosebleeds?" she said. "Is it every day?" Zayn replied curiously, and Reya nodded.

“Jesus… why is it still bleeding!” “Alright, sit down,” she cajoled and forced him to sit in front of her. “This is nothing serious. I will just wait for a few minutes and put pressure on it to stop the bleeding. If it does not stop, you can then take me to the ER for suturing.”