Wounds Novels & Stories

One arm was bandaged, and a blanket covered his legs. Then Mara folded the blanket back so she could check the dressing on his side. I stopped walking. Four long wounds ran across his ribs, disappearing beneath thick layers of gauze. The skin around them was swollen and dark with bruising. There were more bandages across his shoulder, where something had clearly bitten down hard enough to leave a terrible injury. I'd seen wounds like that in movies. In real life, there was no dramatic music to warn you when to look away. "Alora?" Zeke said quietly.

“What happened to you?” I forced myself to peel my eyes open and take my eyes to see exactly the same horror he was seeing. And when I saw it, I had just the same expression that was on his face. Across the surface of my abdomen was a wide slash-like wound. It was deep, ugly and bleeding like it had all the time in the world to bleed. But worst of all, it wasn’t healing. And it was fucking weird. Werewolves healed fast, even partial wolves and wolves that were yet to shift. But this…This wound looked hours old and it still gaped open like it had just been made.

I placed my hand on the one holding the cloth to his side and gently moved it out of the way so that I could see the wound. I sucked in a breath at the sight. It was a deep gash that would definitely need stitches, but it looked like most of the bleeding had stopped. But around the edges of the wound, the skin looked bright red and irritated. “What happened?” I asked. “Ambush,” he grunted. “The blade had wolfsbane.” I assumed the dead man outside was to blame but didn’t bother asking more. If there was wolfsbane on the blade, then I would need to flush out the toxins first in order for the skin to heal.

“Your wound needs to be properly disinfected. It seems like you were stabbed with a silver knife, since you aren’t healing at all.” I was somehow glad at that point that I was stabbed with a silver knife. If it were a normal knife, how would I explain my wound not healing as it should? I looked around and saw the wolves with one gnash or wound or the other, just wiping their body with towels. Their wound disappeared. I was so jealous of them. I knew I’d be limping around for a few days. “You can just cut around the wound and disinfect it,” I said, locking my eyes with hers. She was quite pretty.

Sienna lying on bed exhausted body screaming with pain with relief with everything. Landon beside bed holding her hand refusing to let go even for doctor even for anything. Doctor examined her carefully gently seeing injuries everywhere. Bruises purple black yellow green rainbow of violence covering arms legs face torso everywhere. Cuts on wrists from ropes deep infected slightly needing cleaning bandaging care. Burns on arms from cigarettes small circular scars forever reminders of what she endured. He cleaned each wound applied antiseptic Sienna wincing biting lip not complaining survived worse this was nothing. Bandaging wrists wrapping gently white gauze clean safe healing beginning.

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He tried to jerk her hand, but she grabbed him so tight while looking at his wounds. She rubs his fingers on his wounds on the back. He closed his eyes in response for a second. "I'm fine; those are very old wounds." He said. "Then why has your wound not healed yet?" Oh yes!! There are two bullets and knife marks on his back; his wounds have healed, but the marks were very deep, due to which the scar hasn't healed yet. "It must hurt." She asked him while looking at him in the mirror. He looked at her back in the mirror, making eye contact with her.

I gasped. His wound was not only left unhealed but it was also infected. The skin surrounding it was turning into different hues of green, purple, and red while blood continued to trickle down his stomach. I almost wanted to vomit upon seeing his state. It was impressive that he managed to hold out this long with such a severe injury. He would've been dead by now if he wasn't a werewolf.

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.

“Miss at this time you don't need to be afraid, you just need to rest in this place. I will make sure that everyone will stay safe!” Then Dinda, who already trusted Luis, was now starting to fall asleep. It can be seen that at this time Dinda is very tired, she is running to save herself. When this woman was asleep, Luis immediately washed her feet with warm water. Luis saw a scar on this woman's leg, and immediately Luis put a plaster on this woman's wound. Now Luis only saw a poor woman sleeping very soundly. Right now it looks like this Woman is Tired, and also very scared.