Wounds Novels & Stories

Palms heated as if they would catch fire any time. The unfathomable suffocation took over me again. What the hell is happening to me? “There are only two wounds. One on my right thigh and one on my left shin. I think I can manage that on my own.” “I will close my eyes and do it. Don’t worry.” Why did I say that?

A small gasp escaped Aunt Bonnie's lips as the severity of Johnra's wounds hit home. Deep gashes crisscrossed his chest, jagged ridges crusted with dried blood, and dark red blood seeped over the sides, staining his skin as it dripped onto the table below. Small groans escaped his lips as his breathing became laboured. "Bonnie, grab those rags and place them in the boiling water. We need to clean his wounds and stitch them before infection creeps in."

It was a bloody gash that wasn't healing. “It's not healing and it hurts ten times more than I have ever felt pain,” Olive explained as they both looked at the bleeding palm. Her entire hand was soaked with blood now. “I don't think we heal here,” Wayne said, looking around. “I can't feel my wolves too.” Olive looked up at his bleeding forehead. “How did you get that?” she asked, tilting his head to see the main wound. “I...fell,” he answered. Olive looked puzzled.

The blood had seeped through his shirt and suit jacket, hidden by the darkness of the fabric. He was seriously injured. The doctor examined his wound and advised, "There's still inflammation. You sustained a serious injury this time. Please rest well and closely monitor your diet." Gloria and Brian nodded. The doctor reminded Winston, "You must keep the wound dry. It was torn open a few days ago and became infected after being exposed to rain. If it gets infected again, it could significantly delay the healing process." It was crucial to handle the healing wound with care and attention.

“Do you like me like this, baby brother?” His body looked disfigured. There were three bullet wounds on his body; one by his side–close to his ribs, one by his waist–right above his waistband, and the other on his shoulder. They had been covered by a band aid. Just as Hayden stared at the wounds, Jarrod ripped out the band aid, exposing the skin underneath. As the band aid was ripped, the open skin emitted a small liquid, a mixt of yellow and red. Now bare to Hayden’s eyes, he could see that they looked gnarly and a tad bit infected.

As the long, deep wounds were gradually revealed, her eyes turned red with unshed tears. She couldn’t imagine how much pain he must have endured when he got injured. The wounds were clearly inflicted by a blade, forming a gruesome cross on his chest. And it wasn’t just any blade—it must have been serrated, with barbs designed to tear flesh apart. A weapon like that wouldn’t just cut; if it pierced deep enough, it could rip out internal organs or cause severe, life-threatening damage. Even though it hadn’t reached his vital organs, wounds from such a weapon were large and difficult to heal. Even if

He knew I was going to come. I felt so hurt and used but there wasn't much I could do, the pain in my stomach grew even more. Making me forget the embarrassment. I peeled my clothes off my body and noticed deep claw marks on my stomach. They weren't healing for some reason and that caused the pain. 'Were they getting infected?' I wondered. It was too early for the wound to get infected. It was supposed to heal. "V?" I called out to my wolf, why wasn't she healing?

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.

he suddenly groans and he staggers, gripping my arm as he falls against the outcrop. “Alpha…” I lose my voice when I see the blood seeping from his midsection. “You’re hurt,” I whimper, gripping the front of his shirt and I rip the wet fabric in half. There’s a deep gash in lower left of his stomach and I press my palm against it to halt the bleeding. “It’s not healing.” “Wolfsbane,” he grunts, his eyes shutting when I increase pressure on the wound. “Lloyd and Randale,” he whispers, his grip on my hand slackening. “They’ll be here as soon as the situation is under control—”

Scar walked over to Cindy's bed,her eyes warm,you would swear she's different from the person who pushed her down,two storey building. “Cindy my friend,how are you feeling” She asked warmly, sitting beside her. Scar was pleased by the sight before her,from the cast on her neck,her left leg hung on a sling,and right hand hung on her neck. Cindy scoffed at the pretense. “I'm good ,I'm still alive,when there's life, there's hope” Cindy answered with a smile on her face. “I brought fruits for you,heard it helps the body heal fast”