Wounded Waters Bleeding Novels & Stories

The pain was white-hot, nearly making me faint. A growing, heavy pain settled low in my abdomen, and warm liquid began to flow between my legs. Terror washed over me. I wanted to pull out my phone to call for help, but my pockets were empty. Clara had taken it from me when I wasn’t looking!

Blood flowed freely from a gaping wound on his forehead, pooling sickeningly on the floor. Tears blurred my vision as I tore a part of my top, ripping under my desperate fingers. I pressed the material against his head to reduce the bleeding, watching as the pale blue cotton immediately darkened to crimson. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, smearing blood across my hands, the scent filling my nostrils and making my stomach lurch violently. "Dad, please, please stay with me," I sobbed uncontrollably, my voice breaking with anguish. His blood felt warm against my cold hands, a horrifying reminder of the life draining from him.

He smashed the mouth of the witch under his legs and he was just quick and fast enough to dodge another blade thrown by Aunty Sarah. He charged at her furiously, jumping in her before Aunty Sarah could finish calling out her intended spells. Xavier was pretty much focused on Aunty Sarah that he did not notice another witch stab him with another silver blade. He let out a loud groan and moved backwards. His skin was sizzling and he could feel himself grow slightly weaker, the silver blades in his body was doing him a lot of ham, and just more harm would be caused if he failed to remove the blades, Stephen moved quickly to Xavier and switched into a human for a short while, he removed the two

he smiled. I sighed and threw my head down. "Please" I whispered in defeat. "Leave" I said I closed my eyes when I heard the door open and close again. I fell onto my bed and allowed my tears to fall out. *** The doctor came into to check my wounds and said that my wound will heal soon, but what about the wounds in my heart?...who will heal them?. My family was crying when they saw me in the hospital bed again. I was now ready to go home. I could walk a bit as luckily the cut wasn't that deep. I just limp a little but I could walk thank god.

Hopefully the damage would give me enough time to heal myself. Using my water tentacle, I covered the wound on my side, trying to suppress the rapid blood flow. My other arm still stung from the shard cut, but it didn't hurt as much as my stomach. Hurling Adrian in the air had really opened up the wound and intensified the pain. I focused on the water, trying to speed up the healing process and coerced my brain to come up with a plan.

As the water level quickly rose, I forced myself to stand up through the pain. My right leg was numb. A large gash had opened up on my left arm. Blood gushed out profusely but was quickly diluted by the rainwater above. It then trickled down and disappeared into the water. I leaned against the drain walls, watching sullenly as the water continued rising. The bells of death tolled faintly in my ears.

Blood poured. YOU LOOKED. Why did you look?! Damon's body jerked. A moan escaped even though he was unconscious. "Fuck," Kade breathed. "It's okay. This is normal." I pressed my hands to the wound. Applied pressure. Blood soaked through my fingers immediately. "I need cloth. Clean cloth. And water. Boiled if possible." Kade ran to a cabinet. Came back with an armful of expensive-looking shirts. "These work?" "They're perfect. Rip them into strips."

Blood gushed from his mouth in thick, dark spurts, dribbling down his chin as he choked, his eyes bulging in shock and agony. Blood sprayed from the wound, splattering across the rocks and staining the ground around him a deep crimson. He convulsed, his body wracked with spasms as more blood poured from the jagged tear in his abdomen, soaking his clothes and pooling beneath him. A dark, wet stain spread quickly across the rocky surface, growing larger with each passing second as his lifeblood drained away.

Even though she took a shower , they noticed that her eyes were reddish puffy while the wounds on her arms , chest and legs we bleeding . " Ayla... " said Amra worried . " I tried scrubbing them off but it looks like I scrubbed too hard . I didn't wear the clothes as I might get them dirty with blood . " said Ayla with a faint smile . " What are you saying ?! Wear the clothes without caring about the rest . Ah ! Look at your wounds , we need to treat them right away or they will leave a scar . " said Amra worried . " Even if they do not leave a scar the scar is inside . " said Ayla looking at Aron .

I look like I’m really going to succumb to death at any moment. I began cleaning my wound with soap and water, washing off the dried blood and whatever bacteria that’s left lingering from the openness of the wound. The most agonizing part was when I began rubbing the soap around it. It felt like I’m putting salt directly to the wound, it was stinging excruciatingly. My tears had already began to sprout on each corner of my eyes and it’s even more difficult to contain the agony without letting out loud screams. I had to bite a face towel just so I won’t scream uncontrollably.