What To Do If Piercing Is Bleeding Novels & Stories

“I told you not to go after him.” “I know,” I whispered, voice weak now. My body was losing the adrenaline that had kept me standing and the pain was setting in fully. I could feel my vision begin to blur already as blood soaked the cloth. Okay, maybe it was more than a slight graze. “You’re gonna pass out if you keep bleeding like this,” she said, her voice clipped. “Tilt your head back. Now.” I did as she said, breathing heavily, preparing myself. She wanted to sew it shut.

The sting makes me suck in a breath through my teeth, but the bleeding slows quickly. I glance around until I find a pen resting beside a clipboard on the nearby bench. Perfect. I snap the pen in half and place the straight piece against my finger as a brace. Then I wrap the bandage around it tightly enough to keep the finger in place. It is a messy solution, but it works. By the time the healing finishes, the swelling will be gone and no one will question anything. I wipe away the last bit of blood with another piece of gauze before tossing it into the small trash bin beside the shelf.

I say, trying to ease the tension. Reluctantly, she sticks out her tongue, revealing a silver ball with red streaks running from it to the tip of her slightly swollen tongue. Well, at least she got a proper barbell for the piercing. I decide to leave the jewelry in place to prevent the wound from closing up and causing an infection. Leaning slightly over the sink, Blanca allows me to use a syringe to clean around the piercing, reaching the areas that swishing alone wouldn't be able to reach. Once I finish, she spits into the sink once again.

“You mean… before? It was just a stomach bug or something?” “Probably from the kids,” she said and went to my other ear. “Do you want to keep the piercings?” I looked down. “I… don’t really know.” She nodded. “Tell you what. If you decide you don’t want them sometime down the line, take your earrings out and leave them out for at least a month. The holes should start to close up then.” I nodded. “Okay.” She treated my other ear, cleaning the earring in a glowing solution before putting something else in my ears. She put the cleaned earrings in a little cloth pouch and handed them to me.

After that was done, I placed my hand gently on top of the needle so that I wouldn't hurt myself or cause more blood to come out of my hand. With that, I placed it to the side of the bed. The thing was really hurting. When I gazed down at it, I saw some small amount of blood coming out from where I had pulled out the needle. So, I had to use my hand to press the spot where the blood was coming out from. This was to at least stop the blood so that it wouldn't flow that much. Checking it within some minutes, the blood had actually stopped, which I was grateful for.

Maybe due to his memories even during the time when he was born affected it. His body is sweating and his lips letting out small groans from the pain. His wound keeps on bleeding which worries me and that means I must give him stitches. His cut is too open to be able to heal without it and might even call for more infection. I looked for a suturing kit in the first aid kit and luckily there is one. I sterilized the needle and thread with the provided alcohol wipes. I cleaned his wound with a towel soaked with water. I put on the latex gloves and closed his wounds stitch by stitch. After finishing, I wrapped it with gauze to avoid any more infection.

Almost at once, I knew it was inflicted by a dagger or a knife and wondered who Luciano got into a fight with. Slipping on a disposable hand glove, I immediately unwrapped a gauze pad and applied pressure to his bleeding wound. With a low growl of pain, he grunted as I poured a little amount of peroxide on the surface. “Sorry.” I managed to say and he hummed in return. Wiping off his wound with the gauze pad, I applied more pressure for a few minutes more, until I was affirmed his bleeding had ceased. Then I bandaged it firmly and picked out an iced pack to aid the swollen areas.

I ran down the stairs as fast as I could possible push my legs to go, Stumbling from the last step and out the already wide open front door. I stopped dead in my tracks as my eyes landed on an unconscious Ray, laying in a puddle of his own blood. "Ray," I let out, bending down and taking his head in my arms. Lord what happened to him? My eyes darted across his body in search for the cause of the pool of blood. Blood seeping through the shirt at his stomach. I pressed down on his wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. I'm supposed to put pressure on the wound right? Am I doing this right? What the fuck do I do?

I mumbled as he leaned over and looked at my face before using a black marker to put a dot. “Check it. Let me know if you want it lower or higher or if you would rather switch it to the other side,” He said, stepping aside. I looked at the mirror close by me and turned back after a second of looking at myself, “It looks fine.” I answered. I wasn’t too sure about how piercings are meant to be placed, but it does look fine where he marked it. “So, this is gonna be fast and all you have to do is take a deep breath,” He tells me as I sit back down and I see there’s a needle in his hand.

He walked out, muttering about sending someone soon to bandage her up. “No, please! Come back!” But he was gone. “Emma?” “Jess…” Emma 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,” Emma 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.”