Sudut Bibir Luka Novels & Stories

Nostrils flaring, my Wolf sucked in great gulps of air in an effort to control the ever-increasing thrum of hostility running rampant through his veins as he watched the Healer continue to work with Aurora. Using extreme care, Grace gently manipulated the sensitive flesh at Aurora's core with gloved fingers to determine the depth and severity of the lesions. Working methodically, she called certain areas to my Wolf's attention, "I think these small tears around both holes, as well as this moderate one on the side of her rectum will heal on their own without the need of stitches."

She was in severe pain right there. "Hem me(Help me)!!" Her voice mumbled, inaudibly. She turned to them and now, they were looking at her face. Bianca screamed, and everyone gasped. They quickly stood up. "The hell" Renee muttered. (What's happening)?" Lilian asked, looking around. Tessa touched her lip, in a demonstration. "Your lip, your mouth. It's gone. It seemed someone tore it off roughly, or something" "It's really scary to look at. It's so horrible and battered. What happened to you??" Laura asked.

“Damn! It hurts so much,” she complained as the tip of her index finger touched the corner of her bleeding lips. The girl winced. The wound was not only on the corner of her lips but also on several parts of her face. The girl’s hair was getting messy, her appearance was also messy. One of her hands was holding a black plastic bag.

Her upper teeth landed quickly and fiercely, and a little bit of the fishy smell of blood quickly spread in my mouth. I stepped back a few steps. Roberta's gaze towards me still carried a hint of unwillingness. I licked the wound on the edge of my lips, and the pain gradually cleared my thoughts. This also made me discover another thing. The wound on the edge of my lips didn't heal as usual.

He was referring to Mia and Ligaya seemed cool about it anyway. "I bet she used some nylon sutures to your wound to close it." "Of course she didn't. It should be 6 to 8 hours after the injury for a cut to be stitched or else it would get infected. But she needed not to stitch it anyway. You're weird power made it...disappear. And where did you learn about sutures and stuff like that, anyway?" V asked, as if he's a child whining. Then Ligaya answered matter-of-facty.

I lift my hands to his face, my thumbs brushing along the hard edges of his jaw as I tilt his head to get a good look at him. My stomach twists. His left eye is swollen shut, the skin around it a deep, angry red that promises to turn purple by tomorrow. His nose doesn't look broken but a thin trail of fresh blood trickles from his nostril. His bottom lip is split, the raw skin glistening, and there's a slash across his cheekbone.

He got trigger at her words because a painful memory of his past flashed in front of his eyes. Luna was still struggling as he was abusing her luscious lips with his beasty teeth. He tried to make her open her mouth but she refused it. He pulled her head up a little and went towards her milky neck which had a bandage on it. Her pink lips were swollen because of his kiss. A painful cry left from her lips as he bit the bandaged mark. It was still fresh and the teeth mark was still visible on her skin. That's why she bandaged it.

So, when people found her, her mouth was still stuffed. The doctor used surgical scissors to cut open the cloth in her mouth and took out the stones one by one. Only then could the doctor see her injuries clearly. Her mouth was full of small wounds. Although there were no fatal injuries or damage to her teeth, the dense wounds in her mouth were also very terrifying. The mouth was different from the skin. It was all sticky. Because of the saliva, the wounds healed more slowly. The injuries in her mouth would make her unable to speak for at least two weeks. Even eating was very difficult for her.

As soon I step in Luna Sophia puts her finger to her mouth telling me to be quiet and I see she's laying next to my beautiful sleeping mate. "How is she?" I link Sophia not to disturb my girl. "She's doing good all things considered, she's got a broken nose and wrist, her nose will heal in a few hours and her wrist will be in plaster for about 2 weeks, she's had stitches in her eyebrow, her jaw is badly bruised and she did have a split lip but that's healed up and she's also got cuts and bruises to her body but they have started healing up already" "My poor girl, I want to kill that bastard all over again!"

Three cracked ribs. Dara tells me this like she's reading from a list, which she is — her healer's notes, ink still wet, the specific shorthand she uses that I've learned to read upside down over two years of sitting in this chair. One dislocated shoulder — relocated now, which happened approximately thirty seconds ago and which I don't want to think about. A cut above my right eye, two inches, will need closing. Bruising across my left side that will be spectacular by morning.