All Might Injury 소설 & 이야기

It was painful, yet he immediately stopped himself from speaking at the thought of Sterling almost getting him in trouble. There was only confusion in Deirdre’s eyes. She asked frantically, “What happened?” “Nothing.” Andre stared at Sterling and enunciated his words clearly as he said, “Mr. Fuller was injured a little from his carelessness during the cleanup earlier.” ‘Injured?”’ Deirdre’s mind went blank. ‘Sterling is a doctor. He can’t afford to get his hands injured.’ She hastily asked, “How do you feel, Sterling? I’ll do it!”

Everything hurt worse than before. "Easy," Enzo said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You've got three cracked ribs, a concussion, and your hand is even more fucked up than before. Doctor says you're lucky nothing's permanently damaged." "Lucky," I croaked. My throat was raw. "You're a mess," Alessio said, pushing off the wall. His usual smooth charm was gone, replaced with something harder. "You know that? A complete fucking mess." "Alessio.” Enzo warned.

The skin on his forehead remained perfectly smooth, without the slightest redness. My stomach dropped as the video replayed in my mind. Was Julian not allergic to other women at all? Was he only allergic to me? Or was the woman in the video standing right in front of me? When Tessa saw me staring, she smiled. "Liv, don't blame Julian. I hurt my hand yesterday, so I asked him to drive me to the hospital. That's why he was delayed. The moment I heard you had a procedure too, I came over to apologize. You're not mad at me, are you?"

"I saw injuries on his body, Iza, especially on his back. It won't take a fool even more than a minute to figure out the atrocity you committed against him." Iza spat out disgust, "You're sick in the head, Aldridge. You have a few screws loose already. You can't...did you not know that today was their training?! He wasn't the only person who got hit. Everyone else does so why are you suddenly trying to make such a huge problem out of this?" Aldridge's nostrils flared. If he were a dragon, it would have been visible.

After I poured my heart out to Ayla, that night as I took a shower, I noticed the injury drying up. But right now, it looks big. Bigger than it ever was. What does it mean? Was the injury not connected to Ayla in anywhere? Is this an attack on my Kingdom. “Slade!” I heard Ayla's voice, and jerked up. “Goddess,” she gasped as she saw the injury. “How did this happen?” I heard Ivy's voice as well. “It's not that bad,” I whispered, as my eyes close. “No, no, Slade,” Ayla tapped my cheeks. “I need you to stay awake. I need you to open your eyes. You can't close it Slade,” she cried out.

Roman says before punching me just below the rib cage and releasing me from his grip. I thought Frank's punch hurt, but Roman's......Roman's stick. One punch from him and I can feel my internal organs exploding. It hurts, it hurts so bad. Blood oozes out of my mouth. I can barely talk, and I can't breath. I open my mouth, trying to force air down my wind pipe but it doesn't work. " What is the matter princess?. Can't breathe. Let me help with that" He says before pulling me to my feet by the hair and dragging me to a nearby 100 litter water bath.

"You have multiple fractures, including comminuted fractures in your fingers. Your tongue was severely damaged, and you've lost several teeth. You're still in quite a critical condition." She paused, her gaze shifting to Shawn and Celine before continuing, "It's evident that someone has harmed you intentionally. Based on the Abbreviated Injury Scale, this qualifies as a Level-4 injury. If you report it to the police, they will investigate and hold those who are responsible accountable." Upon hearing this, Celine quickly threw herself into Shawn's arms nervously. I whimpered desperately, trying to ask the doctor to call the police and contact Derek. But with my damaged tongue, I couldn't form

It slammed against the wall with a dull thud. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Rachel carrying a basin of cold water, which she poured on me. "You damn bastard! I didn't want any conflict with you, but you went too far this time! You spread rumors about Logan at the workshop and even tampered with his bicycle, causing him to break his leg! You're absolutely malicious!"

People whose safety I'd compromised by allowing personal happiness to override strategic thinking. "Thomas has three cracked ribs and internal bleeding that's responding to treatment," Lucas began, his tone carrying the clinical neutrality that helped process trauma without being overwhelmed by it. "Elena took claw marks across her back that missed the spine by inches. Samuel is unconscious but stable—head trauma from impact with stone wall." Three of our best fighters, damaged but repairable. Injured but not eliminated. Wounded but not lost permanently to whatever violence had erupted when enemies had decided that diplomatic pressure wasn't achieving desired results fast enough.

"He also has several broken ribs, a few on both sides by the looks of it, and a concussion, broken wrist, femur, ulna, and left foot." "You got all that from a medical chart?" I'm annoyed. Maybe I shouldn't have asked. I can SEE that it's bad. I don't need to hear it. "His lacerations look pretty serious," she continues, scanning the medical equipment. "I'm sure they accounted for his natural allergies and treated him accordingly. Don't want any nasty symptoms as a result of the wrong antibiotics--" Allergies? I shake my head. I didn't even know Ethan had allergies. What a great best friend I am. For fuck's sake. Now I feel even worse.