Zoro Bandages Novels & Stories

She felt something odd with his wound. "What's wrong, Zaros?" Adira asked as she rushed to him. She helped him to the bed. She started removing his clothes, shoes, and everything on his body. She bought some clothes and tore them into pieces as she tied them around the wound trying to not let it spread through his whole body. This wasn't how things were with him. He has amazing healing abilities. Then why was his wound not healing? Her face was marred with a worried expression for him. Zaros was already enjoying her immense attention for him. He was loving every moment with her.

But Zara knew his question was directed to her, after all, she believed Ace and Kendrick didn't know each other. “Remove what?” Zara asked cluelessly, raising her gaze to meet his. Ace stylishly traced his finger in his forehead. Zara imitated him until his hand grazed her cut. She flinched, quickly removing her hand. She had removed the bandage and covered the slit with make up. Zara swallowed, averting her gaze, “I can't go around with a bandage.” She mumbled to herself. Ace scoffed, rolling his eyes, “So unbelievable.” He mumbled.

He knew that he had enjoyed beating the bastard who dared to touch his partner but the way he did it was something that in his mind was not projected. He raised his head when the other alpha returned to the car and sat looking for something inside the bag. -Let's see, give me your hands, I don't want them to get infested and then Silver is more worried- Zacarias grabbed one of his hands and inspected them. He wet a cotton ball with hydrogen peroxide and began to clean the area and then put a cream and bandage them. -Change the bandage every three hours and in a few days you will not have any scars- he left the bag with the things on his friend's lap before starting the car.

Zohra said, motioning for me to lift the hem of my long sleeping dress as she cleaned the still-bleeding nasty wound on my belly; not even death made it stop, and apparently, dark magic seemed to still be embedded in it. “Give me the alcohol,” she asked, and I took a bottle from her medical kit and handed it to her. “Not this one, the blue one, please. This is Diethyl Ether with extract of Pixie Acacia, which is highly flammable, so be careful. I use it to sterilise my utensils, and it shouldn’t make contact with your skin,” she explained, and I put it back, giving her the correct bottle. “I can’t sew your wound until the pus is drained,” Zohra told me and I nodded. She cleaned and dressed t

What was it doing in a place like this? Zed grunted as the Kaihra wrapped it tight with clean bandages. Zed looked okay at the moment unlike earlier where his face had gone a little pale from all the blood that he lost. “What?” Zed growled at Ryder. “What? You look cute right now,” he teased. Zed could just glare at him.

All of them were designed to quickly restore stamina, lasting anywhere from a few hours to a few days. Hayley wasn't worried about food, so she flipped over to the medicine tab, which now had two new items. Along with the 20–point instant blood–stopper Valenex, there was also a "super bandage" for 50 points, and an emergency pill for 100 points. She tapped on them to check the details. [Super Bandage: Apply to any wound for rapid healing, even arteries!] "Whoa," Hayley whispered. "So if your neck gets cut, you could just slap this on and be fine!"

That may not be useful for him now, but it would be useful for those in the forefront clearing new floors. As Zen only received a few sheets of cotton cloth from Annabel as payment for finding her ring, he wondered if there was a way to get more bandages or ask Father Clarence to give him more of those. Of the bandages he received before he left, only one remained. Those slimes were too brutal. Beginner healing salve simply wasn’t enough. Zen liked the lasting effects of the bandages more than the salves. Besides, they smelled awful. As he made his way back to the starter town, Zen felt slightly ashamed to show up in such a battered state. The shady merchant near the gates nodded at Zen in g

“You two were touch-and-go for a while as well, but fortunately, your werewolf genes helped you pull through.” Dr. Zorro looked down at the charts in her hands. “Miraculously, you both avoided injuring any internal organs,” she continued, as though she had not just dropped a huge bomb on us. “However, you each have a mild concussion, and Mr. Bernard, you broke your right leg, and I’d like to keep you in that neck brace for a couple more days. You each have major bruising and lacerations all over your body as well.” “So, what does that mean for our healing timeline?” Noah asked, his tone stiff.

Cyrus' bolts were professional grade, designed for hunting boar and coyotes. When they struck flesh, they sank deep. There were no medics here, no proper equipment. Wounds like these couldn't be treated. One mistake, and a man could bleed out. Mindy thought for a moment. "We can only ask Dr. Kerr for help." Zoey had once saved Timmy's life after his liver ruptured. Mindy stepped aside and called her. Zoey arrived soon after, wearing a black knee-length down coat and carrying a metal medical box. She glanced at the wounds and frowned.

The girl’s arm hung at an unnatural angle, and her face was pale as Ellara murmured a spell to ease the pain. Zoe forced herself to her feet. Her side burned where an Ironclaw warrior’s claws had grazed her, but she ignored it. Others needed her more. The hours that followed were a blur of bandages, whispered reassurances, and the occasional cry of pain. Ellara’s magic was nearly spent, and the healing she could offer was limited. They relied on makeshift supplies scavenged from their packs - a few vials of salve, strips of cloth torn from cloaks, and sheer willpower.