Suzuya Juuzou Stitches Novels & Stories

Whatever you do, do NOT pass out! Squeezing the jagged cut together the best I can with one trembling hand while trying to adhere the butterfly stitch proves to be nearly impossible and agonizing. Sweat beads across my brow as I carefully placed the last strip of a butterfly stitch over the seam of the bloody wound. It's still bleeding a little, but no longer gaping open on the side of my arm.

Suzy addressed,and pointed the files towards her . Though,it's a large group company with wide branches all over the world . Shizuka,can't choose without presentation .This is not an usual project .her each and every moments, indicates her grandpa's hope .she wanted to make her Grandpa Proud . Without him ,she is not supposed to get a beautiful life .

The dragon transformed back into his meat suit. "Holy mother of hell!" He raved, biting down hard on his bottom lip as saliva leaked down his chin. "Hold still," Prudence warned, then she used her fingers to clutch the wound together, and with precision, she began to stitch him up. It was an elongated wound, and with every stitch, they noticed the thread was disappearing. "There, all done," Prudence whispered as she knotted the end of the thread. "How did you do that?" Zoey asked.

he inquired his gaze riveted on her hand. “Depends how large or small the affected area. For this, almost immediately,” she generously responded. “There are latex gloves in the medical bag. You will need to use it for the stitching.” He stood up to wash his both hands with soap, dried it with clean towel and pulled out new latex gloves from its box. Aurora instructed him to get some Nonabsorbable sutures, and the type of needle to use. Everything was sealed and sterilized. She then explained how to put the thread on the needle. Jared needed his eye glasses to complete the task. He was stunned to see that they were not going to use a standard needle but a suture needle

Suzy’s voice cracked as she ran over, catching her aunt’s collapsing body. Panic set in as she felt for a pulse. The knife had pierced directly into Charlotte’s heart, leaving her pulse dangerously weak and unsteady. Fear gripped Suzy like never before. Pushing aside everything else, she focused solely on saving Charlotte. Laying her down carefully, Suzy quickly pulled out her silver needles from her waist pouch. She worked with practiced precision, sealing off the critical acupoints to slow the bleeding. She refused to be distracted, yet Anne sauntered over, her voice laced with mockery. "Oh dear, it seems like that hit a vital spot, didn’t it?"

Yet, recalling Bella’s desperate look, Jade chose to proceed. As she began suturing, the others initially found nothing noteworthy—suturing was typically straightforward. But once they saw Jade's unconventional technique, their eyes widened in astonishment. "Miss Severin, why is your suturing different from what we learned?" someone asked, though most were in awe rather than skeptical. Jade’s sutures were hidden beneath the dermis, leaving the surface of the wound with no visible stitching—a rarity in their field, which naturally drew admiration. "Women often care about their appearance. External stitches are unsightly, so I developed this method. It seems to work well," Jade explained, unab

Lōz shrieked. The man named Suyi didn't respond. He was closing his eyes and seemed to be in concentration. Among the six of them, Suyi was bigger. He was crossing his arms and so Jucel could see the flexing of muscles in his biceps. His piercing was on his right ear which was opposite to Sean's.

Julian looked at Suzy, visibly reluctant to leave, but after a long pause, he gave a faint nod and stepped out. Stellar went to the closet, pulled out a set of soft pajamas, then sat beside the bed. “Suzy, it’s me,” she said gently. “I’m just going to help you change clothes now, okay? Don’t be scared.” Suzy gave the slightest nod, too drained to respond in any other way. She didn’t resist and speak. Stellar changed her carefully, then retrieved the first-aid kit. With steady hands, she began tending to the cuts and bruises along Suzy’s arms and shoulders, gently dabbing ointment across the swelling on her cheek.

SUZIE'S POV. A small sad smile tugged the two corners of my lips as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Tears fought desperately in my eyes, threatening to fall any moment from now. I tugged the sleeves of my white collar top to cover every part of my arms aside my fingers, covering the wounds and marks my dear father has inflicted upon me. Every minute, every second, Every hour, day after day, a new scar falls on my body. I closed in on the mirror, my finger reaching up to the wound patch hovering over my eyebrows. I removed it to find it soaked already, pressing my lips into a thin firm line before picking another one on the table and pressing it to the wound again.