Zoro Bandages Novels & Stories

He felt a burning sensation in the left side of his abdomen and saw a wide puncture mark in his steel armour. Dammit all, another wound to tend to Boro thought angrily. He had no time to tend to it now though, as a battle was raging all around him. Boro quickly found his unit and used them to cover him while he hastily ripped off another chunk of his undershirt to staunch the bleeding. As soon as he had it secured to the wound he jumped back into the fighting.

Zayne yelled, and Zoey nodded in agreement. They couldn’t let him get hurt again—in this situation, they only had each other to rely on. Zoey didn’t realize how far she’d gotten from her brother until the surrounding noise faded. “Z-Zoey,” She turned to Phil, who was leaning on her, and saw he was weakening. “Sht! We need to bandage your wound, Uncle!” She quickly sat him down behind tall grass, concealing them from sight. He had already lost a lot of blood from their earlier escape. Luckily, they had a first aid kit—such situations were unavoidable.

Diego groaned in pain, lying half-naked on Zoe’s couch, blood still slowly seeping through the white bandage she had just tied around his shoulder. His shirt had already been tossed aside, soaked in blood. The living room smelled like blood, alcohol, and antiseptic. A few used cotton pads were scattered across the table, alongside a half-empty bottle of rubbing alcohol. Zoe, standing over him with her sleeves rolled up, had just peeled off the bloody gloves from her hands. She tossed them into a small bin nearby and wiped her forehead with the back of her arm.

"It's okay, I'll keep it on." "Alright then..." Zillon grabbed for the bandage he had, clumsily rewrapping the area. As he said before, he wasn't a professional, but he did far better than he thought he could. When he was finished, he stuffed the container back in the drawer and placed the used bandages as well as the cotton on the bedside table before laying back down beside Celeste. "Tell me if it itches again, I'll change it for you." Celeste nodded, diffidence printed on every single body language she displayed. "Alright."

Zoe froze and realized that his arm was wrapped in bandages. She quickly sat up and lifted his sleeve. “Ky... You’re hurt!”

her questioning eyes searched Zoe's. Audrey was met with silence at first as she stared at Zoe, who didn't say anything, as if studying to see the depth of her facial expression, before a weary sigh escaped her. Slowly, she began to unbutton the dress she was putting on, revealing the white bandages that were wrapped tightly around her torso, mostly with a thicker concentration around her stomach. The sight of the white medical bandages wrapped around Zoe's body, stained with spots of red, sent a fresh wave of horror crashing over Audrey, who thought she would lose her mind upon seeing the most shocking sight of her life.

“Let me make sure there isn’t any serious damage.” Retracting from her touch, he winced. “Lay down on the bed,” Zoe demanded, disappearing into the ornate bathroom to see what supplies she could scrounge up. After rifling through the cupboards, she returned with a flimsy sewing kit, dental floss, antiseptic, bandages and a washcloth. Wide eyes stared up at her from the bed as she settled down beside him, arranging her arsenal in easy reach. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re not actually going to sew me up like a fucking stuffed toy, are you?”

Alexander had a tough grip that John could not pull back from, even if he tried. The blade of Zoro's sword was pinched easily between Alexander's fingers. Alexander lightly flicked his wrists in both hands. Crack! Clang! John's right wrist and Zoro's sword let out a loud crack at the same time. John's wrist was crushed on the spot. Bones pierced through his flesh and protruded out of his skin. Zoro's right hand was equally terrible. His wrist had been twisted and crushed as well. It was an explosion of blood and flesh.

I knew I had to do something to treat my wounds, to prevent the infection from spreading further and consuming me whole. With no access to proper medical supplies, I was forced to improvise, tearing strips of fabric from my torn dress to bandage my wounds as best as I could. The makeshift bandages offered little relief, but I clung to them desperately, hoping that they would stave off the infection long enough for me to find a way out of this nightmare.

I could tell Dell and the FBI what happened to me, but I know what might happen to me and the people I care about if I do. After what feels like an eternity, I step out, my body trembling from the ordeal. I gently pat myself dry with a clean towel, avoiding the burns. I reach for the first aid kit on the counter that I had prepared earlier, knowing I need to bandage the wounds to keep them clean and promote healing. My fingers fumble with the bandages, each touch sending a sharp jolt of pain through me. I take a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. I gently apply an antibiotic ointment to the burns before carefully wrapping them in sterile bandages. The tears forming in my eyes are bli