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I screamed, pressing my palm against my neck to cause friction and also stop the blood. Then remembering something, I poured a bit of my saliva on my finger and rubbed it against where the blood was pouring from. The bleeding gradually reduced. “Now that's one thing that has worked a bit right, not as fast as I remember, but it's definitely something,” I spoke aloud to myself, feeling extremely contented. “Wait a sec!” I exclaimed, my mind racing as I remembered something.

Falling Feather was so proud that he seemed to be puffing out his chest like a bird. “It is the child that is all,” Willow explained to the younger woman. Blooming Flower took that as the answer and left Willow to work on the herbs. The fire was burning in the center of the long house, the vent open above it. Willow placed the seeds and flowers into the bowl, moving the heavy stone over them to crush them. It was for pain, but Willow wasn’t thinking about what she was doing. When hands moved around her, Willow screamed and let power slip through her fingers. She normally wouldn’t let her power slip away like that. Her mother had taught her to have better control. “Willow, it’s ok, it's just

She didn't want to cry in front of Nickson, but the sadness that welled up in her chest was more painful than the wound that was currently bleeding from her index finger. “W-what are you doing?” Blakely asked Nickson in horror when she saw the man suddenly put her index finger in his mouth. "Stop your bleeding, what else," he replied curtly. He tried sucking the wound on Blakely's index finger and felt the salty blood sticking to the tip of his tongue. Some people say it's more effective at stopping bleeding and preventing infection in the future. Now Nickson wasn't that bothered about it. He just wanted to stop Blakely from going crazy trying to slice her hand with the sharp knife she used

I examined it thoroughly, and there was no major injury apart from a little cut which was bleeding profusely. I pried my eyes around searching for anything to help control the bleeding. I wouldn't want Kyler to meet me injured; he won't think twice before mocking me for being weak. My eyes caught a greenish leaf which was somewhat silver and black. Confused with what to do with it, I chewed the leaf, which turned out to be so bitter, squeezed some of its watery contents on my wound, and the bleeding suddenly stopped. My eyes widened in shock. “What exactly had prompted me to do this?

There’s all sorts of mixtures in here; ones for stopping bleeding like this and other that can regenerate nerves in an instant or even heal the skin within a week. Opening the kit, I rush back over to Willow, dropping to my knees and spilling the kit out on the floor between us. I rummage through until I find some sterile gauze. I carefully pick up her arm, slowly unwrapping my shirt from her wound and tossing the fabric into the bathtub strip by strip until the large, jagged cut is in front of my eyes. The first thing I see is the dirt around the wound, mixing into the dark blood. “Shit, hold on, Willow” I whisper, stroking her hair away from her face in hopes of keeping her awake. She is a

Philip announced with a big smile. Not only me, next to the machine several girls also screamed and cried in fear. By showtime, he meant using another gray powder mixed with that brown slime and smearing it on our wounds. After adding the gray powder, the slime would turn a dark green color that made people sick to their stomachs. Once in contact with the blood from the wound, it would at first accelerate the blood loss, after which it would stop bleeding in a few minutes, blocking the surface of the wound and allowing the blood to form a round and blood-red mass on the surface of the skin.

At this time, he could only treat a dead horse as a live doctor, and even though it was a crude method, it might not be ineffective at all. After all, the effect of the herbs that stop bleeding and reduce inflammation, plus the spring liquid in the palm of your hand, can be greatly improved. She dug out the paste and applied it externally to the bleeding wound. She pressed it tightly with a piece of white cloth, then tore off a piece of cotton cloth and wrapped it around her leg to tie it tightly.

If she didn’t stop the bleeding soon, it would be too late. Abandoning him one more time she rushed to the kitchen and pulled down an old tin container from the corner shelf. It was coated with dust from lack of use. Scowling, she opened the lid and sniffed for freshness. She wanted the bleeding stopped before she assisted him in taking one more step and this powder, one of her mother’s recipes, was the quickest way to do it. Thank goodness it was still usable.

Cinnamon: Aldric shoved the comment down, he coulndt think about that right now. He needed to seal it away and not think about that. He looked down at his toe, small droplets of blood were on the floor. It was swollen and had been bleeding but had already begun to heal. He walked over to the island placing both hands flat down on the top of it. He braced himself taking a deep breath in. He shut his eyes as he blew it out.

To try to help stop the bleeding. I rushed back to him and put the towels on his wounds to stop the bleeding. Once I put the towels on his wounds. My body shivers as the wind blows, and cold air comes through the broken door. I get up, walk over to the door and shut it the best I could. Because of him kicking it in it doesn't allow the door to shut properly.