Wounded Waters Bleeding Novels & Stories

No cliffs or buildings were within my sight, which caused me to wonder how long the water stream had carried me and how far from Aurumville I was. I swallowed heavily as I examined my body, skimpily covered with a few shreds of a nightgown. Not a part of my skin was without cuts and bleeding cracks. The painful breaths I drew left me with no doubt that more than a few of my bones were broken. Every heartbeat brought a new wave of agony. It was a miracle that I was alive, but that state might change if I didn't start healing…

Bleeding. "Worth it," Sable gasped, and her amber-gold eyes found mine. "Worth it to see you win." Orin's scream cut through the battlefield. He was running before Sable hit the ground, and he caught her in his arms, and his hands were pressing against the wound. "Stay with me. Mom. Stay with me." Archer was already moving. His russet wolf shifted back, and his gold eyes were wild, but his hands were steady as he dropped beside Sable and pressed a cloth to the wound. "I've got her. Caelum. Finish this."

Warm blood continued to melt from my open wound. “What's going on? What's going on here?"

I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the tub, letting the cold water seep into my hair, hoping for a moment of peace, even if it was fleeting. But I knew I couldn't stay here forever. Eventually, I'd have to face him again. The water around me slowly shifted, turning from its clear, cool hue to a deep red—my blood staining the once-pristine surface. I stared at the color, unable to look away as it spread like a cruel reminder of the pain I had endured. My wounds, fresh and old, bled into the water, the crimson liquid mixing with the warmth of my body. It should’ve been something I could ignore, but the sight of it made my chest tighten with a painful ache.

After taking in my surroundings I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. That wasn't me. My eyes were too red and puffy because of the crying and I had grown dark circles underneath them. My dark brown hair were a mess and especially with that bandage still on my head. My gray eyes had no life in them, no shine, no attraction which used to be there and my plump lips which used to be a naturally dark shade of pink were now light pink, the most better part of my face. My nails had dried blood inside. My forehead also had few patches of blood and few strands of my hair had dried blood too. My white T-shirt and the peach coloured jean's were also in red crimson coloured blood. Conclusion; I was

Blood oozed out. "It hurts..."

Liam had escaped, but he was wounded and alone in a world that was now his enemy. The wound on Liam's arm was a gruesome sight. The jagged edges of the blade had torn through his flesh, leaving a gaping gash that oozed crimson blood. The injury was deep, almost to the bone, and the blood flowed freely from the wound, forming a crimson pool on the cold, stone floor.

" Clive asked. Nodding, I said: "Yes thank you. Now it's like a mild numbness." As the sharp pain subsided, I couldn't help but notice that an alarming amount of blood continued to trickle down my arm and leg. It was hardly good. “I’m not at all happy that I almost drowned twice in one week." For a moment, I lost my train of thought, saw Liam, and then remembered. "Can you thank Kimberly for me?" He nodded. “I can't close wounds this size, but I can slow the bleeding if you'll let me." I blinked and turned away. I'll take that as a yes.

I looked at her legs, the blood was slowly gushing out increasing the pain that she had tried to conceal. “How do I help?” I asked mama taking the stance of a man. “Ikem, get water” she replied almost immediately. Ikem took the bucket and set off swiftly then she turned towards me “you will have to control the bleeding” I nodded my head, taking recognition of the task placed on me. “Find an onugbu leaf, cut as much as possible and find a cloth or wrapper.” I surveyed the forest as I found an onugbu tree, I cut off leaves as much as I could then rushed back to mama.

No one that age should have to see or endure that. I grabbed the hanging shower head and started to run the water over her body, watching the water turn dark pink as it washed the blood from her. The more the water washed away, the more I could see the details of what had happened to her. The lashings were varying depths, some having started to scab over if they were more on the surface, the deeper ones still seeping blood.