Wounds Novels & Stories

Again, I just nodded and looked at the floor I really just wanted to go to sleep. After reviewing the x-rays, we discovered my ankle was broken, so were a few ribs, and I had a hairline fracture in both my wrists. The open wounds on my back were the most concerning because there were so many, they were beginning to become infected. They needed to be cleaned stitched and dressed and I will need a course of antibiotics. Walter had a small bathroom attached to his emergency procedure clinic which I was grateful for, I needed to wash all the dried blood and dirt away before he could treat the wounds. Detaching the IV, Evelyn pushed

she said pulling his arm and then he realise she is staring at this wound. "Why it didn't heal." "It heal fast only when it hurt by humans or by their weapons" he shrug but she didn't leave it. She is looking at it like she is hurt. "Is there are any medicine" she check in the wardrobe and come out with first aid box . Making him sit properly she clean the wound tapping the cotton lightly blewing in between and then apply the ointment. The wound seems to deep she is in shock how he ignored it that long.

She might not be our biological mom but she held a worried expression for Innath. Brendon shut the door on peering eyes and looked us all over. "So, what has he said so far?" He asked as he gestured to my heavily sedated brother. He was wrapped in bandages and healing some obvious heavy war wounds. They tore him up. It was obvious multiple attackers. The wounds weren't from wolves. They were from knives and long talons. Possibly long finger nails. Vampire bite barks were across his neck. Looks like he's lost some blood, I could see a blood bag hanging from an IV stand.

But when his body completely appeared in front of me, the image before me almost stunned me. His chest on the abdomen on the side waist on the shoulder, his whole body skin has almost been covered with wounds, these dense blood red wounds, so that people can feel the pain. Although these wounds are not very deep, but the number is a lot. "You still say they are all small wounds, in the absence of treatment you are likely to lose too much blood." I had some blame to look at him, he looked at me, then the dark blue pupils inside seems to have some anger and sadness.

The wound was long and jagged, stretching from his left shoulder down to his right hip. It was deep enough that he could see his own bones and muscles, and he knew that it was a miracle that he was still alive. The edges of the wound were ragged and uneven, indicating that his brother had used a serrated blade to inflict the damage. As he tried to move, he felt a searing pain shoot through his body, making him gasp for breath. His vision began to blur, and he knew that he needed medical attention immediately. The wound was so severe that he knew he wouldn't be able to heal himself, even with his powers.

The knife flew from one precise forceful flick of my hand as it pierced the beast right on its head, blood splattered from the impact. Now, four of them are gone, along with it my weapons. I could still sense more of them from everywhere. The wound on my left arm felt different as it slowly begin to sting and throb. Not all of my missions were accomplished unscathed, but mostly when it happens, the wounds are not a bother when I engage in a fight and they heal just in time before I arrive from the venture.

He took a deep breath, drawing strength from within, and stepped out into the world, prepared to face whatever lay ahead. Standing before the foggy mirror, Ashier carefully unwrapped the bandage around his wound. He winced slightly as he peeled it away, revealing the still-healing gash on his side. Gently, he cleaned the area with antiseptic, his movements deliberate and focused. As he applied a fresh dressing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that the injury was not more severe.

Some of the wounds had dried, but there were still areas of fresh blood seeping through. Landon moved a high-tech portable scanner—a tablet-shaped device that emitted a soft blue light—over the wounds as he watched closely. He frowned slightly when he noticed that the injuries were not only reddened, but in some places had begun to bruise, indicating deeper trauma beyond the superficial scratches.

The excruciating pain from the wound felt fictional. Zinnia groaned while dodging another attack. She looked at the wound in one of her front legs and a deep frown settled on her face. The wound was too deep. Any deeper and her bone would have either been crushed or her leg would have been ripped off. She knew her opponent was strong but she wasn't expecting this much. The pain from the wound was another thing. It didn't feel right. Something was wrong.

"Okay, but you're injured. Please don’t overwork yourself." Melody endured the pain in her head. She rolled up her sleeves, and used alcohol cotton to clean the wounds on Christopher's arms. His wounds were deep and narrow, and the bloody edges were filled with gravel and dust. If not carefully removed, they would most likely cause infection. The alcohol stung his wounds; Christopher frowned, and endured the pain in silence. Melody saw that his forehead was covered with sweat, and said, "Shout out if it hurts." Christopher remained silent, and focused on looking at Melody's serious eyes. They were