All Might Injury Novels & Stories

The doctor asks, as he looks over my chart. “Like I’ve been hit by a truck, and then run over for good measure.” I groan, trying to adjust in the cot, wishing Mars would wake up already and heal me. “Yeah.” The doctor chuckles as he checks my vitals and takes my pulse. “Three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, torn rotator cuff, busted knee cap, an ACL tear, and a concussion will do that.” Fuck, that’s a lot of injuries. Elle did everything short of killing me.

Despite being one step away from invincibilis state, defeating all his enemies handily during the title match, beating Romel and the others to death, Zayn had been injured rather severely. The injuries were rather mild and would not affect him at the moment. However, his wounds would slowly worsen with time if he chose not to recuperate. In truth, this was not only limited to fighters. As people grew up, it was normal to suffer all sorts of injuries. Any falls and bumps would result in some minor scratches, and when the person was still young, they could simply brush them off since they could recover quickly. However, those injuries were not fully healed and there would still be minor side e

And if not for anything, I wanted her to be okay and happy and I was going to do just that. Most of the nurses were running around, trying to get things done so we joined them, cleaning up the wounds of those who didn't have anyone attending to them yet so that their wolves can complete the healing process. About half an hour later, we were done and ready to leave when someone else was brought in. Allie froze when she saw who it was. “What happened to you?" I asked the said person, rushing to his side to help him. “I'm injured." He replied and I just rolled my eyes. “I can see that."

With that I hung up the phone and went downstairs and got myself a White Hot Chocolate, knowing that Ali, Sophia and Laurence are seriously injured, everyone else has concussions and few broken bones but they’ll heal. I need a drink and I think sleep she did say she would call me if anything changed. I made my way out of the kitchen and upstairs to my room and put on the television and it was reported on the Local News Station. “War Broken Out at The Celebration of The New Alpha Laurence, Several people seriously injured, two people have been rushed into surgery, More to follow later”, said the news reporter. I finished off my drink and I could feel myself falling into slumber. ‘I need sleep

In a place that only occupies one fifth of the size of the bed, the whole person curls up like a cat. Looking at the dark circles on Ava Smith's face, Allen Peterson couldn't bear to disturb. He closed his eyes and felt the injury in his body. There should be two broken ribs, which is not a big problem. As long as he doesn't do strenuous exercise during this period, he will grow well slowly. His head was dizzy and accompanied by faint pain. Allen Peterson knew that this was the sequelae of the butcher's punch yesterday. The most serious injury on his body should be his left arm. It is not difficult to see from the thick plaster that it is definitely a fracture.

“It’s just a small injury. Nothing serious.” Mable knew he must be injured. She looked at him with anger and worry. “How did you get hurt? Is it serious?” “It’s a gunshot wound. The bullet has been removed, and I’m fine.” There was no need to hide these from her. Mable sat by the bedside and looked at his injured arm with concern. Given where the wound was, it could affect the flexibility of his right hand if it did not heal properly. She lowered her head and asked sullenly, “You got injured getting the Ice Jade Flower for me, right?”

I was so lost in my tormented mind that the voice of the paramedic seems unreal. - - Sir, do you hear me? - - Yes, I am sorry... - - Do you know the victims? - - Yes, all of them. We were returning to London together. - - I see! I am sorry for your loss. - - How are the others? - - Look, I know you are in shock, but you have to be strong. The others are seriously injured but stable. - - I am glad to hear that.

a wave of relief washed over me, soothing every fiber of my being. "Oh, thank God..." I whispered. "Unfortunately, the extent of his injuries is quite severe, which means that the healing process will be a slow and arduous journey," he explained. At that moment, I couldn't help but hold my breath as his words sank in. "His injuries include a fractured voice box, a broken nose, a dislocated jaw, a fractured right orbital eye socket, a fractured posterior right third rib, a fractured sternum, as well as multi-focal bruising on his thigh and right arm."

“Allie, why are you here? You need to go back!” “I don’t want to leave your side”, She yelled over the commotion, kicking the person who tried to swing by. The injured attacker pushed himself backwards to travel in her direction at a faster pace. She was overconfident and ignored him. The omega didn't expect the attacker to reach up, grip her forearm, and extract his claws to pierce deeply under her skin. Allie hollered in sharp pain, gasping as she stumbled back while grasping at the wound. Blood gushed out of the injury instantly, causing long trails to stain her skin and the flesh of her palm as she applied pressure to it.

We pulled apart, and, swiping my tears away, I asked, “How is everyone doing? Who needs patching up?” Surprisingly, everyone removed their jackets or rolled up their sleeves. Everyone had at least one bullet graze somewhere, none deep enough to cause immediate concern. There were bruised, skinned knuckles galore. Alonzo had sustained a knife wound, but it was already wrapped up tight, convincing me it wasn’t too deep either. Patrick had a sprained ankle; it was swollen and faintly purple. But other than that, the Ricci squad had come out on top. Killian slipped his hand into mine as I led everyone to the kitchen.