Wounds Novelas e Histórias

Doctor Reese cleaned the wound, then gave him some potions so that the wound could quickly close. After being examined, the wound that tore through Jasmine's arm and leg is a deep wound and the two wolves were planning to sever their legs and arms, one thing to be grateful for is that none of the bites were poisonous, but still these wounds will heal in a long time.

She was healing rapidly, but still had not awakened. Cumina removed the blanket and looked her over, brows creased with worry as she noted the various injuries from her missing hand and the cuts and bruises that marred her body. She sighed. "She will be OK. she just needs time to heal. Her wrist had stopped bleeding and has started to regenerate. Her ribs are broken. Healing all of her injuries would be draining. She could have passed out from the pain, loss of blood, or exhaustion. Just give her time." She went to the bathroom, grabbing a cloth and wetting it, intending on cleaning her wounds.

I'm almost afraid to look at them but I still can't help it and I look. I instantly regret looking at them. My hands are so pale, they almost look gray. The wound around my wrist where the cuffs are looks awful! The cut is deep, at least the blood isn't running down my arms anymore. It's dried and scabbed over now. But it's red and inflamed. It burns and hurts. I'm quite certain they're both infected.

Dan hoped his ability to regenerate would help him prove to Norma that the wound was indeed superficial and did not pose a great risk to him. When they got to his apartment, he quickly went into the bathroom, took a small first aid kit and took out a piece of gauze with which he began to dry the blood that flowed from his wounds. He also applied some alcohol to disinfect it and almost howled in pain. The wounds were still very open, despite the fact that the regeneration process had begun.

“Basically, they’ve got stab and slash wounds that aren’t healing. They’re basically stuck in wolf form.” “What happened? A slash wound should heal as soon as the wound edges come together.” “Well they aren’t.” “I brought medication for infections. I believe it will work for some poisons.” “My father’s gone too far this time.”

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She took his arm and examined the deep gash on his forearm. “We'll bleed out if we don't stop the bleeding. Stealth wraiths have that specialty of making sure the wounds they inflict don't heal at all,” Camper answered and winced when Nana poked around the gash. For a wolf to wince at that, then it truly was terrible.

Seeing that there were only scratches on her skin made him snort in annoyance. "Are you kidding? Look, she's not hurt much and you're telling me to hurry over here? Are you crazy?" Robert bombarded Adam with questions. "Look!" Robert raised Jes's hand, showed it to Adam. “Even the wound is almost dry. Do I still need to treat it? "

JASMINE I awoke on Sunday morning feeling much better than I had when I initially arrived at the clinic. The deep gashes that the wolves had put into my body were no longer straining with agony. I brushed my hand along one of the cuts to find it was just a scratch. I lifted my arm to examine myself and was pleased to find that my wounds were all well on their way to fully healing, just shallow red, dried, fully closed cuts. My leg was still sore when I moved it, but not to the extent it was the night before when the pain was excruciating. I still probably couldn’t walk today, but maybe tomorrow.

The wounds, left uncared for, bore silent witness to her suffering, crimson rivulets frozen in time. With a sense of urgency, he retrieved a first aid kit and meticulously tended to her injuries. The sting of antiseptic filled the air as he cleaned her wounds, each touch a silent prayer for her healing. Gently, he applied soothing ointment and bandaged her tender flesh with care, a silent guardian in the night.