Will Flour Stop Bleeding Mga Nobela at Kwento

My hands moved on instinct now, training kicking in where panic failed. I grabbed the dried neem leaves, crushed bitterleaf, and a pinch of turmeric root powder. Neem to prevent infection. Bitterleaf to slow the bleeding. Turmeric to reduce inflammation and help clotting. I poured a little warm water into a bowl, mashed everything together quickly, forming a thick green paste. When I returned to him, his eyes were half closed. “Hey,” I said, tapping his cheek lightly. “Don’t you dare sleep.” He groaned in response.

Masooma frowned as she slowly dubbed the wound in front of her with care. She had spent a really long time trying to stop the incessant bleeding. The man in front of her had a frown on his face and even though he wasn’t saying anything, his face told her that he was showing great restraint and she knew because she had opted for an herb that stung the blood cells but was the fastest way to stop the bleeding and make it heal. “Can you be more careful?” he finally spoke and Masoma turned to him with a frown.

I took the pieces of my dress and placed them on the bleeding surface, but it was useless. Restlessly, I got up and looked around the wood. I remembered how Granny had told me about a particular type of leaf in the woods that helped sustain an injured person. According to her, if the leaves are squeezed, and the substance from it is applied to the surface of a bleeding wound, the bleeding would stop and sustain the person until medical help is given.

But, my body was shutting down. The bleeding was just too much. It had soaked my dress and I tore a cloth to press it against the wound. I recalled the first aid training of how tying a cloth around the wound tightly would stop the blood loss. My fingers were shaking but I had to get up and do the needful. So, I grit my teeth as I tore a piece of fabric from my long dress and tied it around my abdomen. Then I tore another piece again and tied it around my hand though it was highly difficult.

"Damn, I don't even know a special potion to be able to stop bleeding from a wound like this. So far, I've only made ordinary potions for ordinary pain. But this... this is a battle wound. And I have absolutely no idea what the right medicine is for that wound." I sat right beside the man with a very anxious feeling. I didn't know how to properly help this man. If only I knew a special herb that could stop the bleeding, maybe this man's condition wouldn't be so severe. But as I recall, my mother had told me that only betel leaves could stop the bleeding. I thought I could look for that plant around this forest. Although it's dark, as a werewolf, I should be able to use my senses for that.

Though, I didn't feel any pain. I grabbed the tissue paper from the side of the counter and pressed it up against my nose but nothing helped with the bleeding. My blood spilled out like water. Never-ending. My chest beat faster but the flow from my nose was quicker. Unstoppable. I thrashed tissue paper soaked in blood left and right, filling up the bathroom with them soon. "It's not stopping. Why is it not stopping?" I snapped, grabbing a handful more tissue papers.

“You healed a woman out there! What did you give her that made the bleeding stop? We have done everything we can to stop it and it has been four whole days. She has received over sixteen pints of blood because she keeps bleeding out. How did you fix it,” I bit my bottom lip. How do I explain to her that the herb I gave her wasn’t what did the job.? I just wrote the easiest herb to get around and hoped for a miracle which actually came. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I lied and she leaned over.

She felt a sudden taste of blood in her throat, and she forcefully spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. She sighed, picked up a small bowl to catch the blood, and watched the bright red blood flow out, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. After she gave herself a shot of hemostatic needle, she picked up the dried heart and ground it into powder, then put it into the blood. "Zoey!" Zoey heard Lilliana's shout and quickly pushed open the door. "Lilliana, how are you?" Lilliana nodded, "No problem."

All I could do was sit there and bleed while they worked. My mother grabbed a clean towel from the tray and started wiping the blood off my stomach, my sides, my hands. It took both of them long minutes to get the bleeding to slow. Packing, pressure, more gauze. Finally, Varek sat back on his heels, sweat on his brow. “It’s clotting,” he said. “For now.”