What To Do If Piercing Is Bleeding の小説・ストーリー

Or is it just the angle? “I'm fine.” “Use a small icepack.” “I will,” he murmurs with a grin, his dark stubble scratching my palms. Dominico steps away from me after I turn off the flashlight. “Or just drop by a clinic if the swelling doesn't go down.” “Yep.” I make a face when he continues texting. “I'm serious, Dom.” “Yeah. I know,” he mumbles with a quick nod. “It doesn't look any better.” “You like to worry, don't you?” His brows wrinkle. “Relax. I'm not gonna die from a nosebleed.”

“I imagine it’s the pain more than the crawling feeling but is there any type of syringe or perhaps the IV line that can be attached to the end of the catheter to stop the blood from coming out?” “No ma’am, I don’t see anything. The catheter only has drops. It’s where the needle has been jarred around in his leg that’s bleeding bad enough to cause me concern.” Patrick continues to explain what I can only feel. “Take a cloth of any type and wrap it around his leg. You need to put pressure on the wound without putting pressure on the needle.” “Yes ma’am.” He speaks without hesitation.

"It’s... it’s done, right?" "No, it’s not done," I scream, grabbing a rag from my pocket and pressing it against the puncture in his shoulder. He howls in pain, a jagged, broken sound that rips through the silence of the room. "You have to stay. You have to tell me how to stop the bleeding. What do I do, Liam? Tell me!" "Too much," he whispers, his fingers clutching at my jacket. "You’re bleeding too, Aiden... you shouldn't be..."

"I'm staring at your neck. I’m being a gentleman." "You're a liar. I bet you’re doing pornographic things to me in your mind." "You have no idea, Oliver." I pick up the spray and press the nozzle down several times. The mist hits the raw piercings and he hisses through his teeth. I tear open a sterile gauze square, only touching the corner of the wrapper, exactly like the instructions said, and pat each side dry. Light touches. I will do nothing that will make the healing process take longer.

If I don’t find a way to make it stop bleeding soon, he’ll die. And I can’t face that. In my bag, I have an emergency sewing kit. I pull it out and tie a strap of fabric above the wound to slow the bleeding while I sew it up. It takes me a few tries to thread the needle, but I finally get it and dive into the innards of his arm, digging around until I find the bleeding vein.

“Jesus… why is it still bleeding!” “Alright, sit down,” she cajoled and forced him to sit in front of her. “This is nothing serious. I will just wait for a few minutes and put pressure on it to stop the bleeding. If it does not stop, you can then take me to the ER for suturing.”

There were several pairs. I was suddenly aware of all the stares in the room. I was holding up the show. After covering my trembling hands with gloves, I looked up to see Dad nodding in approval. He understood. "As soon as I move my hand, you need to apply pressure. She's bleeding bad, so you need to be quick." Dad waited until I was in position and lifted his hand. Blood spurted out like a squirt gun. I dodged the stream as I quickly placed my hand over the wound and pressed down, hard.

My lips pressed in a thin line because the wound is still bleeding, and it's not healing even a little. "You need to seal it." Knox gritted, his face was drenched with his own sweat. He's right. Not only can the enemy smell his blood, but he might die from blood loss. "But how..." "Do you have a pocket knife or scissors?" I nodded and quickly pulled the small knife I had in my bag. "What do I do next?" "Heat the knife with the fire, make sure it's scorching hot so it'll close the wound." I gulped in hesitation, my eyes shifting from him to the fire and knife. Wouldn't that be painful?

I winced inward. I began to bleed. I inched to the bed and made sure a lot of blood was spilled all over the bed and pillows. It was really hurting a lot, but I ignored the pain. I smeared more blood on the broken glasses, making sure a lot of blood was seen all over my room. and the floor slicked with my blood. I tore my gown and tried to tie my hand with it to at least control the bleeding, but it failed. I let out a big sigh and ignored it.