What To Do If Piercing Is Bleeding Novels & Stories

"It's just a graze. I'll live." I gently probe at the still bleeding wound. "If you don't bleed out first," I mutter. And that's just about the extent of my knowledge of wounds. They need to be cleaned and the bleeding needs to be stopped. Right now, we could worry about cleaning it up later, but the bleeding needs to be stopped or at the very least, slowed down. Except what do I have to help solve this problem? A whole lot of nothing. That's what. Ryder pushes my hands away and suddenly tries to get to his feet, almost falling over in the process. He winces and I have to help him before he's once again standing.

He's my beast, Nina purred. I just ignore her and try to concentrate. I take the ripped shirt and throw it in the rubbish. There's no use for you anymore. I get some salve, alcohol and pads ready. I grab ahold of the arrow and with all my strength pull it out. I feel it slowly slipping out. When I finally yanked the damn thing out, blood started to pour out of it. I grab ahold of the pads and start to wipe while pouring some alcohol on top. I need to make sure his blood doesn't get infected. I keep wiping. I grab some salve and start rubbing it into the wound so that it filled. This stops the bleeding as well as activates his healing white cells so that he can recover quicker. I put some mor

What if the lack of blood in his system made him pass out like this. Maybe I could give him my blood... What if that didn't work? I wouldn't know until I tried. Luckily for me, I had something sharp enough to draw blood. I quickly removed my earring and used it's sharp part to pierce the skin on my wrist. I bit back my pained scream as I pierced my skin again. My hand began to bleed and I raised the man up to sitting position and I opened his mouth and put my wrist there. I watched with my heart in my stomach as my blood slowly dropped into his mouth and I was thankful for the fact that no one was around here.

The makeshift bandage I’d pressed over his cut was starting to stick with dried blood. I reached out and gently took his wrist, lifting his hand so I could check the wound again. It had mostly stopped bleeding. “Go clean this properly when you get home,” I said softly. “Keep it covered. And… if it starts bleeding again, or if you feel anything weird like heat, slickness, or whatever… text me. Don’t ignore it.” Riven pulled his hand back, eyes flicking toward the door. “I should go. Dex is probably wondering where I am.”

I try to calm myself, before taking off the shirt I have on and pressing it on her nose lightly to try and stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry,” I take her hand, looking frantically for a bathroom.

She nodded her head instead of speaking. I held in my anger at whomever did this and just set to taking care of it. First, I had to ensure there was no silver left in the wound, so I cleaned it out with alcohol and a neutralizer meant for silver injuries among our kind. Unfortunately, I did not have the spray, so I had to wipe out the inside of the wound with it.

I took a deep breath, and wiped my tears, waiting for her answer. Pearl bit her lip and said softly to me, "Tracy, you are bleeding. Let me bandage you first, and then explain to you, OK?" Seeing the concern in her eyes, I couldn't refuse her request. She got up and took the medicine box on the table, took out the hemostatic powder, applied it to my neck, and then took out a bandage to bind my wound.

“Trust me, if you are hurting me right now, I can deal with it, but it will cause more damage if it isn’t cleaned or dressed. Don’t worry about my pain.” Sighing, she nods, continuing to apply pressure to it. It takes time, but the bleeding slows down, it doesn’t stop completely. “What do I do now?” “Clean the wound with the wipes and put a thick dressing on it. You may need to keep topping it up because it will bleed through.” “How can you be so calm? You got shot. There are men outside trying to kill us, but you don’t seem worried or afraid.”

He was lowering his head and looking at his phone as his fingers quickly swiped across the screen to deal with unknown matters. Judging from the deadset lines of his face, he seemed to show no hint of leaving. Sometime later, a nurse came in to remove the IV and instructed, "Now that the IV's removed, hold it for five minutes. If everything looks fine after half an hour, you can leave." Benjamin immediately set his phone aside and reached for the cotton pad from the nurse, pressing it firmly over the puncture site on Cheryl's hand. The pressure was just right, enough to stop the bleeding.

When I realized the puncture wound was simply too small for the size of the pads, I took them and wiped the area roughly. Yes the man was already in pain, and yes I could have been much more gentle, but if it helped spare his life by stopping the bleed then so be it. I wiped again looking closely at the row of teeth marks in his flesh and studying where the main bleed was located. It naturally sat where the fangs would have been. “What are you doing?” Lewis asked while still holding the screaming man. I barley heard him, I was too focussed on what was in front of me, I had managed to switch off to the man’s cries too.