Will Flour Stop Bleeding 소설 & 이야기

Bastian replied, still busy doing his thing. "Aspirin?" Renata was quite surprised and looked at Bastian, who was busy and focused on his work. "Cut," Bastian said, and Isabell cut the thread. "A patient who took aspirin is now suffering from severe bleeding," Renata exclaimed, quite shocked by that fact. "Clip," said Bastian. "Small vessels cannot be managed with clips," said Renata. "Spray a topical hemostatic agent," said Bastian, looking at Renata. "Then we will stitch it up during the second operation."

Without any other option, I tore my skirt into shreds and hurriedly tied the pieces around his cut wrists and arms to stop the bleeding. Panting, I applied pressure using all my weight. I was shaking with adrenaline and panic as I desperately tried to help him. Watching the blood soak up my skirt pieces broke my heart, but I refused to leave. It was a good thing I didn't give up because soon, my efforts paid off. The exsanguination slowed and eventually stopped.

Her eyes flashed in pain; the pain was so clear to his eyes that his heart was pounding. “Let me help you. Don’t look. Turn the other way.” She was bleeding substantially. The wound must be deep. He hurriedly pulled out the handkerchief that he always carried around to stop the bleeding. “I think the cut was by shell fragments. Celine...it might hurt a bit more from this point, but I will put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding, alright?” So, then he pressed the handkerchief and tied it tightly around the sole of her foot. Red blood seeped through the gray linen.

She had to help that bleeding man, else he would lose his life due to loss of blood. She shouted at the goons to get out. They walked out as fast as they could, and Rose finally breathed. The man lifted his head and looked at her. He smiled for a second but immediately started falling to the ground. She tried to hold him tightly and made sure that he didn’t hurt his head when he fell. “You are losing blood,” she was on the verge of crying. She looked around for anything to stop the bleeding; her eyes fell on her apron. She grabbed the apron and pressed it as hard as she could. The apron started soaking up the blood.

I whispered, “Let’s... stick with that.” His mouth twitched at that, barely there, like he didn’t quite believe me, like he didn’t quite believe himself either. “Yeah,” he echoed, quieter. Then, neither of us spoke, he simply straightened just enough to reach for the silver tube again. “This is for swelling,” he said. His thumb flipped the cap open with a soft click. “And it will also reduce bruising, keeps the blood from pooling under the skin.” I managed to give him a little nod, "Mhm..."

Then I got up and left the room. I went straight to the kitchen and found the container of their first aid kit. In the search, I found it right away. I wash my wound without stopping the bleeding, but when I licked the blood using my mouth, I was shocked when the bleeding stopped. I approached the table where I put the cotton and medicine. I took the cotton and added betadine. The wound was no longer bleeding. And I even applied cotton to it. At first, I felt some pain. The second smear was less painful.

He blinked his eyes multiple times in surprise, " I can get you killed for speaking to me in that....mm." She threw the plantago major in his mouth to stop him from talking. He took it out of his mouth in disgust, "What's this?." " Plantain, it soothes wounds, prevents infections, and promotes tissue regeneration and this," she showed him the yarrow leaves, " this is achillea millefolium, it stops bleeding, prevents infection, and speeds up healing," " Woah! You're not as useless as I think you are." Elora's jaw dropped as she looked at him in disbelief.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

I needed to find a way to stop the bleeding, quickly. I dug into my pockets reaching for a small bottle of perfume. This could work. Perfumes contained alcohol and alcohol was effective in stopping excess bleeding. Opening the bottle, I stared at her. “Take a deep breath.” I spoke softly waiting until she had taken air in before pouring an amount of perfume on the wound. She screamed loudly, gripping my arm. Her fingers dug into my flesh drawing blood, but I didn’t flinch. For what it was worth, she was in more pain than me.

“You think….” “I think your fall wasn’t an accident,” I said. “And I think if I don’t treat you myself, you won’t wake up tomorrow.” He stared at me. Then nodded. Once. “Do it.” The herbal mixture took twenty minutes. Willow bark for pain. Comfrey for bone. Yarrow to stop bleeding. I crushed them with mortar and pestle, mixed them with hot water and a drop of honey. The smell filled the room. Earthy, bitter, safe.