Wounds Romane & Geschichten

The cold forced my body in to a violent shiver. Even though I was damped with cold sweat and I was shivering, my body was on fire. The open wounds on my head, my foot and my ankle were throbing. In the past twelve or so hours, none of my wounds have healed. I'd already lost concious multiple of times and each time I woke up, I felt ten times worse than I did before. The wound on my head had bled heavily and the blood had run down the side of my face.

Thomas gave me a small grin as he shut the door. I let out a long breath. Here goes nothing. I gave my reflection a once over and hissed. What is it about wounds? They can be there for hours, and you barely realize they exist, but as soon as someone says anything or you give them any attention the pain spikes instantly. My cheek crawled with a stinging discomfort. The old woman definitely left ring marks on me. My cheek would take a while to heal. The few outlying scuffs and scratches would heal up fast. I was more worried about the twin gashes, sliced deep enough to produce dark red scabs. They could arguably be black.

He turns around gets on the table and waits for me to get started. I use the bloody shirt to dab the blood pouring out the deep gashes that ran across his abs to his torso and place the first aid box down, slip-on gloves, disinfect each wound carefully, then use an antiseptic for wolfsbane and then dabbed the werewolf ointment that would stitch it back together faster than usual. I cover each would with three large oval waterproof plasters on each gash. I check his hands and repeated the process until he was all new.

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.

Lucas shivered as he knelt on the chilly ground, and there were a variety of small and large wounds that were entangled with one another. Lucas's hair was disheveled, hiding the crisscross wounds that were on his face. Fresh blood seeped through the fabric and trickled down to the ground.

I couldn't help but ask. "We were attacked with weapons which were covered in silver and wolfsbane. When they slashed our bodies, at first, our wounds didn't heal themselves because of silver, and later when the doctor removed silver from our wounds, he found that those knives were laced with a high dosage of wolfsbane, which decreased our healing abilities for a few days. Now we are waiting for that wolfsbane to come out of our bodies completely, only after that can these wounds be healed faster..."... {that was a brilliant tactic} ... I can't help but feel sorry for him. "I just hope that next t

She needed strength right now, not pity. I applied ointment to the wounds, gently checking the progress of the healing. Some of the sores were starting to close, but others... others were still raw, inflamed with the evidence of the violence she had endured. I worked quickly, trying not to prolong the moment any longer than necessary. After reapplying fresh bandages, I disposed of the used ones and made sure to wash my hands thoroughly.

When I came to think of it, his whole body is literally littered with scars, which was an indication that wounds like these, aren't a rare occurrence. "I'm going to apply some disinfectants now." I said to him, holding a soaked up wool, over his wound. He just grunted out in agreement, not even opening his eyes to look. I pressed the cotton wool against his wounds, cleaning it from any possible infection. For a normal person, it should have hurt, but was there really anything normal about Brandon. He remained still, until I was done with the process. He then proceeded to lay down on his bed, gulping down some whiskey from a bott

"Ouch..." "Dr. Wooten, he's in pain." Jonah clenched his fists tightly, feeling the pain as if it were his own. "Can you relieve his pain?" "A painkiller injection should do, but the wounds on his back are festering, with a high risk of infection. We need to debride the wounds immediately and administer tetanus shots." Evan quickly took out the necessary equipment from the medical box. "I can't figure out what was used to cause these injuries. This attack was too brutal. Judas, which gang did your friend offend?"

The injury might look trivial to him, but for Arren, it was dangerous enough. "Ouch," Clark winced as Arren started applying clean cotton soaked in alcohol to clean his wounds. Clark's body was covered in wounds, mostly old ones. The new injuries from the recent incident were the forehead cut and the long scratch on Clark's arm. Although not too deep, the scratch was wide enough to be problematic if contaminated by dirt or bacteria. Arren cleaned the wounds carefully. She felt a bit relieved to see that the wounds were not infected. However, Arren still wanted to en