Romans & histoires Wounded Waters Bleeding

I gestured towards the nurses and he gulped hard before booking towards me. “Alpha! We are trying our best to help them heal but I think, Their claws have silver mixed with some kind of poison. All the soldiers who have deep wounds are unable to recover but now we noticed that their wounds are getting worse and worse. The excessive bleeding of their wounds is also not making it easier either. Two of them lost their lives and now, the rest of them started panicking,” I became shocked and worried after hearing his words. What the hell is going on? “Do you have any cure for their wounds?” I asked but he shook his head.

and Argo is on alert. Uwal pulled it slowly..and Randu screamed in pain and cried…Rames splashed her slowly.. making drops of water in the soot dripping down the open wound. The more he pulled, the more blood comes out. At this moment Dame closed his eyes and bit his lip hard, he couldn't bear to see it.

There was something more important now than ever. “Aqua David,” Dawn struggled to sit up so he could reach into his pocket. “There’s something I’ve had for almost a year, probably longer, that I’ve meant to give you.” Sobbing, Aqua wanted Dawn to save his energy and stop talking. She learned some first-aid from videos and was applying pressure to the profusely bleeding bullet wound. Yet, the blood wasn’t stopping. “You cannot die!” Aqua shook her head as Dawn trembled with effort to hold her hand.

A blade sliced through the air, finding its mark on his flesh, and a searing pain surged through his body. Chris staggered backward, clutching his wounded side, a mixture of agony and determination etched upon his face. Blood stained his clothes, but his spirit remained unyielding. He refused to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume him. Zelda, witnessing Chris's injury, rushed to his side, her eyes filled with concern and fear. She knew that this battle had exacted a heavy toll, and the wounds they bore were not merely physical. With trembling hands, she offered him comfort and support, urging him to remain steadfast.

While trying to catch my breath, I took my good hand and cupped it. I dipped it down into the water and brought it back to rinse off my arms. I watched as the dirt and grime was scrubbed away with my hand. Next, I shifted my weight to sit on my butt and lifted my blood soaked shirt. The bleeding had stopped, but the wound still looked gruesome. Not letting my wounds make me in a bad mood, I simply took another handful of water and let it run down my stomach. The blood was washed away, turning the water red with it.

Crimson steadily slid from each of the puncture wounds, and I quickly pulled my shirt off, tearing it into shreds. “This is going to hurt, Ahmed. But I need you to stay as still as possible,” I whispered, preparing the first piece. Pressing my finger into the wound, he groans out in pain, tensing up until he remembers what I’d said. I move to the next one. And by the fifth, I think he’s on the verge of passing out due to the pain, but I’ve slowed the bleeding tremendously, and without a packing the wound; He won’t survive. “What were those things?” Ahmed’s shaky voice whispers. I glance up to his normally olive toned face to see it looking ashen. His eyes are closed and beads of sweat drip f

When I turned the water on, I adjusted it carefully, letting it fall gently over my battered skin… but every drop still felt like a lash of pain. The urge to scream, to release everything inside me, clawed at my chest… but I held it in. I wouldn’t give Angél or anyone else the satisfaction of seeing my weakness. I turned the water off once the bleeding slowed, wrapping myself in a towel and searching the bathroom for anything I could use as a bandage. There was nothing long enough to cover the wounds. Desperate, I grabbed toilet paper and wrapped it around my arm, trying to cover the punctures, even knowing it wasn’t enough. My hands shook as I layered it again and again until the bleeding s

It dripped onto the floor, mixing with the water and glass, creating tiny red pools that spread and blended together. "Jesus Christ," I muttered, pressing my other hand against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. What was happening to me? What was I doing? I was a mess. A complete and total mess. I walked quickly to the bathroom, my hand still pressed against the cut, leaving a trail of red drops behind me. I turned on the sink and held my palm under the cold water, watching as the blood washed away, swirling down the drain in pale pink streams. The cut wasn't deep. Just a surface wound that had bled. It would be fine in a few days. Barely even leave a scar.

The usual caramel color of Hunji’s skin turns a shade whiter than a ghost as all the blood drains from him. Aodh rips his sword from Hunji’s side, laughing as he stumbles back, his hands gripping the gaping wound as blood pours down him mixing with the mud and rain that washes over his body. Injured, Hunji backs off. Knowing he had been debilitated. The sight of his blood shakes me to the core. I had never seen Hunji bleed. It was unsettling especially as I didn’t know whether his wolf could heal a wound as big as that.

The pain shot through my arm and my bleeding sides down to my legs. I crawled forward, one arm dragging while the other held my open wound and one eye nearly shut from the blow one of those rogues had delivered. My vision dimmed, adrenaline had faded, pain screamed through every fiber of my being yet I kept going until I couldn't anymore. Water… anyone?