Novel & Cerita Wounds Book

My abdomen burned every time I tried to move, and the wound at my back throbbed, refusing to let me lie flat. The dagger wound was still fresh in my memory. The feeling of its sharpness tearing into me replayed again and again in my mind. I tried to shift and hissed at the pain. My lips trembled as I looked at the bandages covering me. Some of the wounds had stitches. If not for those sutures, I would have bled out. Whoever treated me did a thorough job, but the strange part was how fast my body was recovering. Yesterday, the wounds were deep, nearly unbearable. Now they were smaller, the edges closing, almost healing.

“When she arrived, the injuries were far more than this. Some were even as deep as a stab wound. But now... I see it covering up. It’s not as fast as that of someone with an active wolf, but it’s impressive, compared to what her past injuries were like. By all accounts, she should be in surgery right now, but the wounds are closing on their own.” The doctor reached down and gently turned my wrist over to show Nolan. I looked down at my own skin, and my heart nearly stopped. Just minutes ago, I couldn’t recognise my own skin. It messed up and covered in blood, at places where Dagger’s tools had grazed me. But now, even as I watched, the skin seemed to knit itself back together, the raw pain d

Valentina’s P.O.V Maybe it was because I had left my wounds unattended to, but they sting like a bitch now, so much that walking is a problem for me and I don’t even want to talk about how hungry I am at the moment. I watched the doctor as they examined the wounds on my stomach and my back, since I suffered the most there. He touched the small swell that started to form in my wrist and I shifted back in reflex, his eyes narrowed as he sat down holding a small report sheet.

abomination Pov: Winston I was still shaking in rage by the time the fight was over. "You called for me, Winston?" Gwyn appeared into the room where a medic was tending to my injuries. They weren't nearly as fatal as I expected. A few scratches and a stab wound to my thigh. The medic spread a hand over the stab wound and I felt my cells awaken at her command, the bleeding stopped, my skin cells started climbing over themselves to repair tissue damage and knit over the wound. Within seconds my wound was completely healed.

His slender hand pressed on the yellowed pages of a book, but the thin calluses on his fingers were reminiscent of the sharpness when gripping a knife. The man's still eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she immediately closed her eyes. A moment later, someone tucked the quilt tighter around her. After another long while of silence, something suddenly touched her lips, brushing past as if a finger verifying texture, then vanishing in an instant. --- The medicine was indeed very effective. After removing the bandages, pale red scars covered her body, but the pain was gone, and the wounds had healed faster than imagined.

“Next.” A chest wound. He’s got a collapsed lung. I place my palms against his ribs. Warmth washes over. The lung reinflates, and he coughs, breathing again. “Next.” A head wound. Blood is pooling in his eyes. I touch his forehead, warmth surging through. The skin closes up, and he blinks. “Next.” They keep pouring in. I just heal. And heal. And heal. Warriors rush in, wounded. I touch them, and they leave whole.

The antiseptic in open wounds burned like fire. I worked methodically, cleaning each injury with careful precision. My fingers traced the edges of cuts, pressed gauze to deeper wounds, smoothed bandages over the worst of the damage. With each touch, I became hyperaware of the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, the way his muscles shifted with each breath.

the Pack Doctor suggests after cleansing my wound and applying ointment. I stared at my wound. Usually, my wound shouldn’t look as raw and red as it is now; my wolf should have kicked in already and healed my injury. The fact that my wounds would need stitches to heal just goes to show how weaker I had become. It’s like my wolf is not even there to heal me. My eyes squinted as I felt the needle and thread pass through my skin. It was such a weird feeling, almost tickling, but the pain overpowered it more every time the Doctor tugged the needle and pressed my skin together.

Lexi was too engaged with Jinx to notice Wound had dumped the giant tome on the table right through him. "Yeah, that was the idea," Jinx admitted. He half stood up to try and see the book's pages. "But how about you tell me what's going on in that warped mind of yours?" "This is the Book of Changes, only one in this dimension." Wound began showing Jinx the pages of the book that kept shifting with different words. "You aren't showing him that!" Lexi knew exactly what book he was standing in the middle of now that it was brought to his attention. "Topsiders are never supposed to see it. Jinx doesn't need any more bad luck!" He tried to cover it with spirit hands.

Making me the ultimate bad guy in his eyes, so four years into our marriage we were in a bad spot due to all this family drama. I was twenty-nine when everything went to hell in a hand basket and if it hadn’t been for that pocket watch I started wearing all the time, I would have died.