Wounds Novels & Stories

His movements are pathetic in a way that would almost be pitiable if I didn’t know exactly what kind of monster was wearing that broken body. I take him in slowly, noting every detail with the clinical detachment of a woman examining a specimen under glass. My claw marks are still there — three deep gouges running from his hairline to his jaw. The wounds are angry and red, poorly healed, already showing the yellowish edges of infection. His left eye is swollen shut, purple and black and weeping. His lip is split in two places. Bruises cover his bare chest and arms in varying stages of healing — Knox’s work, I assume.

Pivotting, I swipe my arm through the air, smacking the object away. It's head slices across my knuckles, cutting deep enough to draw blood before planting itself into the dirt. Silence engulfs the training ground. Not shocked silence, but the air of alertness. The warriors tense. Maya’s eyes widen. Liam swears under his breath. My hand heals instantly, the skin sealing seamlessly within seconds. Small wounds still heal. Localized injuries still respond. Expectedly. Only the ones tracing across my back and arms stubbornly refuse. I wipe the last trail of blood from my palm, and my eyes narrow toward the horizon.

She moved closer to the wound and immediately regretted it. The smell hit her first, sharp and wrong. Decay. Infection turning flesh rotten. The edges of the gash were swollen and hot to the touch, oozing yellowish fluid mixed with fresh blood. Something had torn deep, exposing muscle and possibly bone. "gods," Winter breathed. "This is bad. This is really bad." She had no supplies. No medicine, no bandages, no clean water.. Nothing except her bare hands and absolutely no idea what she was doing.

I asked. “Honestly, we are still working our way through them. So far, the wounds have not been as bad as they looked. None of the lacerations need sutures. In fact, they are already starting to heal. The ones with sprained ankles and wrists might take a day or two to fully heal. They are going to be sore, and I expect bruises to form over the next 24 to 48 hours.” Dr. Dorset answered. “Um, Dr. Dorset. We cannot get near the beta or her sister. They keep growling at us. Tony was almost bit and Frances was almost clawed. Honestly, none of us want to get near them.” one of the nurses said.

Pushing the thoughts away, I finally take a look at the wound. The wound was more of a gash, running from his left pectoral down to his midsection. I could see the barbaric stitches where he attempted to badge and stitch it up. However, parts of the wound had opened and blood was flowing out of it. From the corner, she could even see a slight presence of clear liquid oozing out of it. In short, the injury was bad and stood a chance of getting infected. Badly. "Holy shit." I muttered as she took another patch of cotton gauze and the rubbing alcohol to clean the wound.

Rack The knife wound runs down my side from under my arm to the top of my hip. It burns like a motherfucker, and the tequila does little to stop the pain as the needle sinks into my flesh. The stitches are far from professional, but they’ll do the job and close the skin, keeping muscle and tissue on the inside where they belong.

“It hurts” Meme gasps dramatically, “you didn’t”! “No, I didn’t”, I told her. “But what happened was… I dunno! But it felt amazing while it was happening”. I blush at the memory. “Those marks all over you definitely say it was sinister”, she says as I look at her in confusion. I get up and head to the bathroom and gasp at my own reflection. The deep purple welts that adorn my body are so dark I can see them through the thin white tee! Meme is again laughing like a hyena at my state of shock.

Even though she took a shower , they noticed that her eyes were reddish puffy while the wounds on her arms , chest and legs we bleeding . " Ayla... " said Amra worried . " I tried scrubbing them off but it looks like I scrubbed too hard . I didn't wear the clothes as I might get them dirty with blood . " said Ayla with a faint smile . " What are you saying ?! Wear the clothes without caring about the rest . Ah ! Look at your wounds , we need to treat them right away or they will leave a scar . " said Amra worried . " Even if they do not leave a scar the scar is inside . " said Ayla looking at Aron .

When he entered his penthouse, he took off all of his clothes, except for his boxer. He removed the bandage that was covering his upper body and saw the skin of his wounds healing properly. It looked like it had been healed for a week other than a day. He smirked with how fast he healed as he flexed his arms and rolled his shoulders and felt no ounce of pain despite the long line of wounds that would be healed within the day and it won’t leave any scars at all.

However, few were still staring. The crowd included teens; boys and girls, of my age and few seemed a little older than me but not younger than me. I had millions of questions in my mind and was waiting badly to let them out. At first I thought that it all might be a dream but no. A dream could not be this real and neither one could feel so much pain from the wounds inflicted. Coming to think of the wounds, every kid here was wearing bandages. Some on their arms, on their foreheads, legs and eyes. Every individual was having some. Why were they all like this, wounded? I thought to myself.