Zoro Bandages Novels & Stories

Despite the pain-killing herbs Sierra gave her, she still felt the pain. Zane rushed back in with the first aid box and he pulled out the ointments there before looking at her for permission to remove her top. She nodded and he ripped the T-shirt open once. A frown settled on his lips as he looked at her wound. Her once clear skin now had two large holes of claws bleeding badly. Zane did all he could to stop the bleeding and when he finally did, he carried her into the bathroom and washed the blood off the wound, and added some ointments on it as he sat her down at the edge of the bathtub.

He immediately closed the door and locked it. She slowly placed Elhouette on top of the bed as her son quickly hugged her. He looked for a possible bandage on his wound and it kept bleeding. If he did not stop it, there was a high probability that he would bleed and die. When he saw the garment, he immediately tore it and tied it to its wounds. "Baby, look at me ... Look at me, Elhouette." Tearfully, he caressed her cheek with blood and tears. "Z-zyd ..."

He anxiously glanced toward the bed, making sure Emma had not been disturbed by his movements. Seeing Emma apparently sleeping soundly with her back still facing him, Zane let out a heavy sigh of relief. He quickly opened the bedside drawer, searched through his personal medical kit, and pulled out a tube of ointment specially formulated to reduce bruising and redness, something he usually kept for emergency filming situations. He squeezed a small amount of the cool ointment onto his fingertips before gently rubbing it in circular motions over the red marks covering his neck. He hoped the fast-acting formula would conceal those cursed marks before the sun rose completely.

That would be reckless and dangerous, and I would never put my baby at risk. My eyes moved to the bands around Zara’s wrist. There were four of them—red for sparring, green for obstacle courses, yellow for relay races. But there was also a blue one. An idea formed in my mind. My eyes narrowed as I studied the blue band more carefully, reading the small text printed on it. Perfect.

”Does this mean I won’t be able to bathe? ”So, you haven’t been bathing all this while?” Zoey asked, a small frown etched on his forehead. “I have!” Zara quickly retorted. His question surprised her. Eyeing him strongly, she asked, “Why won’t I bathe?” Without much change in his calm look, Zoey said, “You had your chest injury for a while. Perhaps you were advised not to take a bath while wearing your bandage.” “I bathed just fine and nothing happened to the bandage,” she replied.

A silver knife had glazed her skin in a fight so this would help her heal properly. "I'm sorry," I muttered once more, covering her up with bandages. This would help prevent bacteria from touching the wounds so she could heal faster. "It's okay, Lora. Thank you." A smile pulled on her lips as she reached out for her polo. "Let me help you with that," I offered, helping her carefully tuck them down her head, then down her torso. "You are the best, Lora, Thank you!" She smiled before exiting the spacious room with different healing ointments, leaves and equipment arranged neatly in their places.

I cradle it like it’s something precious, like it might disappear if I look away. The medical aisle is narrow and smells faintly of menthol. I crouch and scan the options, grabbing a large variety pack of bandages—small, large, waterproof. I don’t care what brand. I just need them to work. I find the Icy Hot in a roll-on tube and sigh in relief. My legs and shoulders are going to thank me later.

Well that was embarrassing he noticed her uncomfortable blush. “Sorry, you aren’t really wearing much. Plus you keep staring at me as I work.” She stretched the liquid bandage over his thigh. It immediately adhered and she could see that his healing was starting again. That was good. The bandage would stay in place and dissolve around the wound as it healed. It would act like a second skin.

She pulled back after a moment, licking the wound to close it. Zoe rolled her eyes and did the same. She let out a soft moan when James drank from her wrist. Reluctantly, she pulled her wrist away from him although she wondered what he'd be like if he were to become addicted to vampire blood. When James laid his head back down and closed his eyes, she knelt by the side of the bed. There, she stripped away the bandages just enough to expose the rapier slice that went neatly between his right 6th and 7th ribs. It wasn't a bad cut as far as vampires were concerned but it could be potentially deadly to a human. Zoe stuck her tongue out to begin running it up and down the length of the cut to sta

“But I’ll get past it. Somehow.” Zoe giggled. “Don’t be so sure about that, handsome. I think that ‘rough and ready’ can sell stuff. Jeans? Whiskey? Cowboy hats? Motorcycles? Badass bad boys with hero scars are hot as hell, trust me.” “Yeah, maybe.” Scars shifted on his stomach, winced. “Ouch.” “You in pain?” She was on her feet in a flash, ready to get someone to push some more drugs into the IV. “You need some help?”