Stop The Bleed Instructor Portal Novels & Stories

" Clive asked. Nodding, I said: "Yes thank you. Now it's like a mild numbness." As the sharp pain subsided, I couldn't help but notice that an alarming amount of blood continued to trickle down my arm and leg. It was hardly good. “I’m not at all happy that I almost drowned twice in one week." For a moment, I lost my train of thought, saw Liam, and then remembered. "Can you thank Kimberly for me?" He nodded. “I can't close wounds this size, but I can slow the bleeding if you'll let me." I blinked and turned away. I'll take that as a yes.

Kaeldryn moved at nearly the same time from the opposite side, both stopping short of the platform as the silver light climbed higher around Virelle’s feet and the mark on her collarbone flared in answer. Pain lanced through her chest, bright and brutal, and she gripped her bleeding palm instinctively. The blood that hit the platform did not spread normally. It moved through the carved channels as it recognised them, racing along the runes in silver lines. Edric’s voice cut through the chaos. “Contain it!” Two instructors rushed forward, chanting under their breath as they pressed their palms to the outer ring of the platform. The silver light surged higher.

"You are going to hold him yourself. We are going to take him. You hear me? You don't get to leave me Kayla." "Sir, look at the collection canister, " the first nurse said . She pointed to the plastic bucket under the table. A steady stream of red blood was splashing loudly into it. The doctor stopped moving as His gloved hands were covered in red blood. He looked down. Sweat appeared on his forehead despite the air. "The special medicine to stop bleeding is being given at the dose " the nurse whispered. She stared at the digital monitor. It was flashing a warning. "The blood isn't getting thicker, Doctor. Her internal bleeding isn't stopping.”

He would get close enough to make me forget how to think and then move away and go back to being a wall. He knew exactly what he was doing. I was certain of it. On the fourth day Ethan found me in the corridor outside the training hall and fell into step beside me keeping his voice low. “Press your left thumb into the center of your right palm when it spikes. It Slows the bleed and Buys you a few minutes before it shows.” “Does Julian know you are telling me this?” A small smile. “What he does not know will not hurt either of us.” He turned off at the next corridor and was gone before anyone saw us. I pressed my thumb into my palm as I walked and felt the hum settle slightly. A small thing b

he asked. “Yes, Sir.” “Safeword?” “Red stops everything. Yellow to slow down.” “Confirm you are here voluntarily and can end the session at any time.” “I’m here voluntarily. I can end it whenever I need to. I want to continue.” “Good. Clothes off. Fold them. Kneel.”

“Some kind of chosen one?” Mark’s voice was grim. “You’re the last of your kind. And the key to opening the gate.” Elara stood up. “No. This is crazy. This is—this isn’t real. I go to school. I take algebra. I’m not a—” “The moon bled red,” Evelyn said gently. Elara stopped. She looked out through the broken stained glass. The sky still shimmered with crimson clouds. The moon hung low and heavy, watching her like an eye.

“But we don’t have any of this. Our needles are often ran through hot water and reused. We don’t get a bandage or anything. Some people bring a rag with them, but I found the bleeding usually stops in a few minutes, so I just go about my day with my sleeve rolled up.” The more I hear about how the Blacks are running Beotown, the more I want to start a war. “That’s insane,” I mumble. “All right, well what I really wanted you to smell in here is this.” I take her elbow and lead her over to the table where the solution is kept. I take the lid off and give her a whiff. Immediately, her forehead creases. “What’s this for?” “The clinicians use it to wipe down the needle and the feeder’s arm.” I ho

The waiting area gradually filled with other patients and family members. Twenty minutes into my vigil, commotion near the main entrance caught my attention. A female instructor from Rainbow Claw training camp was supporting a small figure with distinctive red hair. Debbie. Blood trickled from a cut on her head, staining her training uniform and making her pale face look even smaller than usual. The instructor guided her carefully toward the emergency treatment area, speaking in soothing tones while Debbie pressed a tissue against her injury. I stood up immediately, my magazine falling forgotten to the floor.

My eyebrows pulled together, panic flared in my tone as I asked, "What are you doing?" "This will stop the blood from gathering in his lung, or else it will collapse," She said before her eyes drifted around, "There must be a first aid kit around here, I need something to cover his wound to stop the air from coming through or else he is gonna drown in his own blood..." My brows pulled together, "How do you know all this?"

"You're a horrible liar. Don't deny it. It ain't gonna work," "Well yeah, I am," I surrendered. "I was prepared, okay? I saw it coming," "Right," Leah muttered, making it obvious that she wasn't buying it at all. "Guys!" Bliss appeared out of nowhere, and patted my shoulder. "Hey dudes," Leah said. Bliss, Vanille, Ryland and Damon stood infront of us. Bliss held a clipboard and was scribbling something down on a paper. "Aeliana, the gym is perfect," Vanille grinned.