Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Fifty Nine
Father looked wounded. _why wasn’t he healing himself?_ then again, vakaal’s body had never healed itself until now. maybe father just needed a moment. yet even injured, even holding back, father wreaked havoc.
Track and Field: Part 5 - Conall
He didn't want to make a big deal out of the situation because he was afraid that whoever had hurt him would do it again.
My life as a Dragon Slave 7
He failed to protect her when she was being hurt." alaya was looking at me confusingly but mencor was glaring at me. "how would you know that? did you watch as our daughter was hurt? did you stand by and watch as he slowly killed her?"
Only Me and My Demon Here (PMD: WNA 7)
My lungs hurt, my chest hurt, my jaw hurt. my body hurt from all the rage that flooded my system. fear didn't extinguish it this time. she threatened them, she was going to go hurt them. and with her strength, she was certain to win again.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 142
Sometimes those things are so bad that they hurt you in ways you've never been hurt before. they hurt you so bad you can't even understand it. some people try to cope with it by burying their feelings deep, deep down, so it can't hurt them anymore.
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Vore, Fox/Squirrel, M/m)
Whatever it was, it really sounded hurt and it pained izzy to hear another creature in such a state. whether pred or prey, it hurt the squirrel's heart to hear someone in such pain.
The Meaning of Strength - Part 5 of 5
That made juneas stop, and look at the wound, and his wing and foreleg, himself.
Opal's Story - Chapter 6
Opal was really hurt and everybody at the gym was upset- even having only known him for a few days, his well being had become quite the concern for the pokemon, when they learned he was hurt.
Half-wolf Pokemon adventure ch 1
I put disinfectant in his wounds, stitched his wounds together, and bandaged him up with cloths and rags. he lost lots of blood and he might not make it. all.." "what do you mean not make it!"
A Savior and a Martyr
It swiveled its head down, resting about an inch from one of his wounds, which he could see was open and blood rising from it. a massive tongue extended from its lips and lapped the blood away from his wound.
Insult to Injury
Every stride hurt, but he couldn't stop, even when his muscles ached to stop. if he did stop, he was finished. he saw a large trunk on the ground, and he knew that he had no choice but to jump it.
Surviving Solitude Part 2
I looked at his wound, which was close to his beautiful package. it was a splatter of red, with red on grant's fingers. "we don't have antibiotics, or anything to clean his wound. at least the bullet is out."