Will Flour Stop Bleeding Novels & Stories

"No, no, no. Vincent?" There. Still there. But weaker now. So much weaker. Blood is everywhere. Pooling beneath him, soaking into the earth, covering my hands. I press down on the worst wound—the one in his shoulder blade, trying to stop the flow. It seeps hot and thick between my fingers. "Come on." I push down harder, but it doesn't help. The blood keeps coming. "Come on, please." I need something. Anything to stop the bleeding. My eyes dart around frantically. There—moss growing on a fallen log a few feet away. I've heard of using moss to stop bleeding. Or was that in a movie? I can't remember, but I have to try something.

AUTHOR’S POV: - Sakshi approached them and crouched near the boy. The boy was not able to breathe properly. His pulse rate was going down and breathe rate was also falling. She called out for the ward boys and ordered them to carry the boy directly to the operation theatre. And she started to operate on him. She knew that she has wrath of certain someone to face but right now the only thing that clouded her mind was just the life of the boy who was lying in front of her.

The agent pulled out the knives, and then the doctor sprinkled some hemostasis powder on the wounds to stop the bleeding. The knives were not that deep into the flesh, so Rory regained his mobility immediately. He got up and glared at Kaze with resentment.

"I don't know. There has to be something." I looked around the cell. Nothing but concrete and metal. Wait. The sheet. Still had a few clean strips. I tore them off. Pressed them against Axel's chest. Applied pressure. He hissed. "I know it hurts. But I have to stop the bleeding." "It's okay. Do what you need to." I held pressure for five minutes. When I pulled back, the bleeding had slowed. Not stopped. But better. "That'll have to do," I said. I wrapped fresh bandages.

The sprint ot the kitchen had Lila slipping onto the floor as she skidded to a stop, banging her hip bone on the metal table that held the flour that she was going to use. She hissed, automatically bringing a hand up to the affected and pained area, before quickly gathering her bearings and heaving herself up to be standing once more. The single, open bag of flour was easily reached, and Lila quickly grabbed the other two unopened bags from the shelf in quick succession, before ripping open the plastic packet of paper bags that she was meant to be using to wrap up the sandwiches in.

Blood is everywhere, and it sends chills down my skin. It’s soaked through his shirt and drips down the edges of the table, pooling on the floor in thick, dark patches. Riley grabs a cloth….it’s already soaked through with blood—and presses both hands down on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. “Stay with me,” she mutters, her voice sharp now, urgent. “You hear me, Zob… stay with me, please…” I watch carefully, my heart racing. “It’s not stopping the blood, Riley,” I say, almost panicking.

It was enough to drive anybody insane. Mia didn't knew hoe to Collect her thoughts, out if nervousness she dropped the box of flour from her hands. BAMMM! It landed directly on her the digits of her feet and she screamed in pain. The box of Flour was of metal and it was heavy to. Its sharp edge ended up hurting the thumb of her feet badly and blood started coming from it. She caught hold of her injured foot and hoped on the other while screaming. Nick who was startled by the sudden occurance of the events didn't get the time to react. The metal flour box was lying on the kitchen floor but luckily it's lid was closed so, it didn't end up in creating another mess.

The location wasn’t a cause for concern, and as long as the bleeding could be kept under control, she would be just fine. One of the guards handed Keller a small packet, and I recognized the powder as a clotting agent. “He stabbed me,” Bailee repeated as she continued to stare down at the knife. “She’s in shock,” Keller mumbled but flinched when Bailee started laughing, the shaking causing the knife to move, and Keller cursed as it fell to the floor. We both jumped, him ripping open the packet and me covering her wound with my hand, holding it closed and applying pressure. Bailee didn’t seem to notice as she looked up.

My eyebrows pulled together, panic flared in my tone as I asked, "What are you doing?" "This will stop the blood from gathering in his lung, or else it will collapse," She said before her eyes drifted around, "There must be a first aid kit around here, I need something to cover his wound to stop the air from coming through or else he is gonna drown in his own blood..." My brows pulled together, "How do you know all this?"

The heat under my fingers eased back toward something closer to normal. Only then did I reach for the Bloodroot. My hands were trembling as I crushed the leaves and pressed the paste straight onto the wound where the blood was still welling up from the cut. My vision blurred. My blood turned into a dull roar in my ears. A thin curl of metallic steam lifted off her arm, a few drops sizzling away into nothing before the rest of it finally caught, clotting dark and thick under my palm. The bleeding stopped. Behind me, the hourglass ran the last of its sand into the bottom half.