You Bleed Just To Know You're Alive Mga Nobela at Kwento

I stared blankly at everything happened. Maybe I am the person who is meant to be the face of misfortunes. I couldn’t even think straight. I shouldn’t have treated people when I couldn’t take care of myself. What happens if she really died? * It is 3 in the morning and I couldn’t really get any sleep after another horrifying nightmare. Like always, I gasped as I woke up, but sensed wetness in my pants in addition to it. I rushed to the bathroom imagining the worst. And it has already happened. There is blood everywhere. I don’t know how to clean it. It is spreading on the white floor. It is a life, a life that is still growing, and it is seeping like some liquid. I screamed holding my stomac

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

She starts to bleed again. “Did you see that? ...she just…" Kai whispers, unsure as me, and his question makes me know I didn't hallucinate. I keep pouring my blood into her, because pouring is all I have. Pouring is proof that I have not given up, that I am still here, and that my blood can save her. My other hand holds the fabric to her wound. She’s still paper-pale, but she’s breathing. Suddenly, I am dizzy and cold and burning all at once from the loss of blood and the frantic rhythm of my heart. My hands tremble so much I can barely hold pressure on the wound.

I work with it every single day. I know the difference between fresh and old, arterial and venous, the way it changes when adrenaline is high or when the body is already giving up. Recognizing it wasn’t hard, my body reacted before my mind did. Blood doesn’t lie, It doesn’t flirt neither does it exaggerate. It tells you exactly how much time you have left. As I walk to get a clearer view the scent grows stronger now, heavier, pooling somewhere it shouldn’t be, I already knew whatever was bleeding out there wasn’t just a scrape or a drunken fall.

I lie there helplessly as I wait for myself to bleed to my death. I never knew that dying could be so hard. That even at the doorstep of death, it still is a gruesome journey to get to that peaceful place. Depending on how well you have made the cuts, bleeding out could take anywhere from a few minutes to half an hour. You would experience an increased heart rate, a clammy feeling, dizziness, and become pale. This will be followed by a shortness of breath, and when your blood pressure drops far enough, you'll lose consciousness and eventually die.

But with each rogue that I take down I can feel myself becoming more and more lightheaded. I do not dare look down at the wounds on my body or the red blood that is pooling at my feet. I know that I may not make it out of this alive. Suddenly a bright white light fills my vision and I crumple to the ground in pain.

Every time he exhaled, a thin trail of dark blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. I sat beside him, his head in my lap, my hands trembling as I tried to wipe the grime from his forehead. I felt useless. In the world of signals and satellites, I was a queen. Here, in the Black Zone, I was just a girl with a dying lover and a heavy womb. "Ruby," he rasped, his eyes fluttering open. The grey in them was muddy, the light behind them fading into a dull, human film. "The... the internal bleed. It’s not stopping."

The раіn in mу hеаd bеgіnѕ tо detach mе frоm my bоdу. I’m lуіng thеrе blееdіng аnd holding in the ѕоbѕ аѕ I ѕtаrt tо rеаlіzе thаt thіѕ іѕ it. I’m going to dіе. Thеу nееd tо fіnd mе аnd eliminate me. I’m a wіtnеѕѕ, аnd іt’ѕ оnlу a mаttеr оf tіmе.

bleeding. I then landed and walked towards him, whilst shooting . I looked at how pathetic he looked now .. trying to survive. Well why not help in then, am a doctor after all…I save lives not take them. I went on my knees beside him and asked him, “How does it feel to be on the blink of death..huh, want me to save you ?..well, I will because am a doctor..but am not sure if your own team members will be happy to let you live ..so should I save you or no?

Kim was looking at her with doubts and anxiety. "You - you are bleeding! Oh my God, you are bleeding so much!" Kim exclaimed, looking over Thalia. It took a moment for Thalia to look down and realize that her cursed inscriptions were bleeding. They were dripping dark, black blood staining the front of her shirt. Kim was beside her - alive and unhurt.