Bleeding Through Bandages | Reopening Wounds
Contains: generic whumpee, knife wound, mild blood, stitches mention
Whumpee’s side was killing them. All this activity really wasn’t recommended for recovering from a knife wound, but what choice did they have? They were being attacked. Fighting wasn’t optional. And running for their life through the woods wasn’t, either, despite the fact that the pain got worse with each step.
They hoped, with what thought they had to spare from surviving the present moment, that the stitches they’d put in would be strong enough to hold up. Somehow the amount of pain didn’t give them a lot of confidence, though.
Finally they’d gained enough distance from their enemies that they felt safe collapsing to the leaf-covered ground, at least for a few minutes. For a moment they just lay there on their back, the branches overhead spinning slightly as they panted for breath. Then, with a wince, they propped themself up on their elbows and carefully peeled their shirt back.
What was once a white bandage was now soaked in red. Not just spots, either - clearly they’d busted quite a few stitches at some point. That could explain both the pain and dizziness.
Groaning, Whumpee fell back into the dirt. Their medical supplies were gone, and the people who wanted them dead were still out there somewhere, searching for them. They couldn’t stop right now even if they did have the means to stitch themself back up.
There was only one thing they could think of to do. Using their knife, they sliced the sleeve off their shirt and tied it around their middle as tight as they could, biting their lip to keep from crying out as the pressure on the wound increased.
Then they stumbled to their feet, blinked away the wooziness, and kept going.