Will Flour Stop Bleeding Novels & Stories

Everything will be fine, she's better. -But, it's just like last time, Rose. Tell me...tell me, what will I do? How will she face something like that again? Will I be able to? You? What if we are not so lucky? - He asked without stopping or taking a breath. Rose hugged him worriedly. - Come, have some water. He took her hand and they walked towards the kitchen. Luna was right behind them. -James, maybe it's just ordinary bleeding. Kids get nosebleeds from time to time. Maybe she spent too much time in the sun yesterday? -she said trying to calm him down.

My dad was rushing toward me to stop the bleeding, his face a mask of paternal panic. "Stop!" I yelled at him, holding my bleeding hand up. "Just watch!" He stopped, inches from me, mesmerized by the blood. And then it began. The itching started first, deep in the wound. The heavy flow of blood suddenly slowed, then stopped entirely, as if a valve had been shut off. The dark red liquid on my finger seemed to bubble and recede back into the cut.

Forgetting for a moment that Willow and Phoenix have a direct link to my thoughts. ‘Your granny’s tea.’ Willow reminds me about the tea granny makes me every month. It helps with the pain, and seems to make the bleeding less... like a crime scene. “Rose. What is it? What’s wrong.” Phoenix pants as he bursts through the door with a panicked look on his face. “Why do I smell blood? What happened?” he looks down at the bloody patch growing between my legs. Yeah. I probably shouldn’t have sat up until I had something ready to soak it up so I can waddle to the bathroom. Where even is the bathroom?

It was like I had gotten the piercing a year ago, and not just yesterday. I burped, and the coppery taste of blood filled my mouth. I grimaced. Ugh, I must have ingested my blood by mistake. I rubbed my tongue against the roof of my mouth, still stunned. This didn’t make any sense. Why did the wound on my tongue stop bleeding in such a short time? My condition caused wounds to bleed uncontrollably, and because of this my skin bruised easily. Had Lucius done something to stop the bleeding, like that pain relief bar from last night? That had done the trick—

Mable was very confident in her acupuncture skills. She could not have put the needle at the wrong point. Moreover, the silver needles used for acupuncture were extremely fine and could not cause bleeding under normal circumstances. Mable used gauze to press the bleeding spot. She thought the bleeding would stop soon, but blood continued to ooze out after almost ten minutes. The eye of the needle was small, so not much blood was flowing out. However, this could not go on. Mable took out the hemostatic ointment from her medical kit and put some on Blair’s arm, finally stopping the bleeding.

The bleeding doesn’t stop. I look at the mirror cabinet, feeling a bit worried. I open the door and see a stack of cotton pads inside. I grab a few and press one against my nose, trying to stop the bleeding. The cotton soaks up the blood quickly, but it just doesn’t stop. I feel a bit frustrated and reach for more cotton. I keep adding layer after layer, pressing them firmly against my nose. After using several pads, I finally notice that the bleeding is slowing down. I take a deep breath, feeling relief that it seems to be getting better. Turning on the water, I splash my face to feel better and then dry it with a towel.

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.

Suddenly I feel cold, like someone has filled my stomach with slush ice and my muscles start shaking from the cold. “I think she is going into shock”. I hear Marta say, but she sounds so far away, like she is at the other end of a tunnel. “It is still seeping at a couple of places, but nothing alarming”. Siri mumbles. Then she holds a little bag in front of my face. “This is chili powder”. “Chili ?” “Yeah, it’s for stopping the bleeding. Hold on, it is over quickly”. I am harshly pulled out of my shock krampes as the powder is sprinkled into the wounds. I am clutching the table edges, hearing my own scream being thrown around the room. When the nerves shortly after have been paralyzed by the

“Wait—what?” I didn’t have time to be upset about his confusion. I hoisted myself into the wheelchair, and my legs buckled beneath me, my arms on fire from either holding my babies, one in each arm. Ethan was right by my side, shoving something in my hand. A small vial of clear liquid. “It’s a coagulant,” he told me. “It won’t stop the bleeding, but it’ll slow it down enough to get you out of here.”

I'll start over. "No," Lila said, her voice softening slightly. "You'll learn more by correcting your mistakes than by starting over. Think, Luna. How can you face that phantom orchid?" I frowned and racked my brain. Then it dawned on me. "Blood rose!" I shouted. “Its properties can neutralize the orchid's potency. Lila's eyes shone with approval. "Excellent. How much would you add?" I bit my lip and thought. “Just… just a pinch,” I said slowly. “Too much would overpower the healing properties of moonshine.