Wounded Waters Bleeding Novels & Stories

Everything feels wrong. I grab a glass of water with shaking hands, desperate to cool the burning sensation spreading under my skin. I raise it to my lips— But I squeeze too hard and the glass shatters in my hand. Water splashes down my shirt. My palm bleeds for a split second before my eyes widen in horror as the wound seals up right in front of me as if the injury… it never happened I drop the shards onto the floor, my breath coming out in short gasps as my vision blurs.

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."

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.

The bleeding had slowed. Too much. Too quickly. She reached into her pouch and pulled out a small amber vial. "I've never used this on someone with injuries this severe." I looked up. "That reassuring, huh?" She almost smiled. Almost. Then she poured the liquid onto the wound, fire exploded through my side, I clenched my teeth hard enough to hurt. The burning lasted several seconds. Then faded. When I looked down, the wound hadn't vanished. But it had closed significantly. The bleeding stopped.

“Miss at this time you don't need to be afraid, you just need to rest in this place. I will make sure that everyone will stay safe!” Then Dinda, who already trusted Luis, was now starting to fall asleep. It can be seen that at this time Dinda is very tired, she is running to save herself. When this woman was asleep, Luis immediately washed her feet with warm water. Luis saw a scar on this woman's leg, and immediately Luis put a plaster on this woman's wound. Now Luis only saw a poor woman sleeping very soundly. Right now it looks like this Woman is Tired, and also very scared.

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

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.