Blew My Nose And Ear Popped Mga Nobela at Kwento

The doctor administered anesthesia to Jasmine and started stitching her up. She sat there the whole time, quiet, with a hollow look in her eyes, like a soulless doll. "If it hurts, just let me know," the doctor whispered, trying to comfort her. Jasmine didn't flinch or make a sound. "Your eardrum is perforated, and there's still bleeding in the ear canal. You'll need to rest after the anti-inflammatory injection and keep water out of your ears for a while." After treating her wounds, the doctor wrapped up her left ear which was now deaf. And just like that, she was completely hearing-impaired on her left side. "Can you hear clearly with your right ear?" The doctor asked on her right side. Ja

As soon as I went in, they rushed to me, alarm on their faces and began to treat the nose. “How did this happen?" The doctor asked as he examined me. He had a few medical items in his hands, and I didn't know what for. . I explained to him what had happened. Though not in full details, I just told him of John catching my ankles and pulling me to the ground and how my face smashed into it. His brows furrowed and he looked more concerned. “We have to make sure you didn't have a concussion, so we'll look for that but for now let's see your nose"

"And honestly, I'm not ready to get involved with anyone anyway. I was just saying that for fun." He rolled his eyes at my response, clinking our glasses together in a half-hearted cheer. Leading me back to the dance floor, he pulled me into his arms, and we danced, the music drowning out our worries for a fleeting moment. Suddenly, a sharp screech pierced through the air, causing everyone to wince in discomfort. Zaylen instinctively clutched his ears, a pained expression crossing his face. "My eardrums almost burst—" I began, but then I noticed something alarming. "Oh my God, Zaylen, what happened?" I gasped, seeing blood trickling from his ear.

Mom broke down. She looked at me, let out a sharp scream, and collapsed. The house descended into chaos. Jonathan called an ambulance. Both Mom and Mathias were taken to the hospital. I went too because my nose started bleeding again and wouldn’t stop. The doctors treated me immediately. My nasal cavity was packed with gauze, so I could only breathe through my mouth. In the hospital room, Mom woke up. She sat by my bed, clutching the diagnosis report, sobbing uncontrollably.

A man of his age, whether or not he had experience, knew exactly what had just happened. He understood perfectly well that the soft gasp and the involuntary shiver hadn’t been about pain. He hadn’t expected her to be so sensitive—one light brush with a cotton swab and she reacted like that. The cotton he pulled out was streaked faintly with blood. Louis’ expression cooled again as he picked up where he left off. "Take antibiotics for a couple of days. Keep your ear dry—no water, no risk of infection." Adora stayed silent, her hands clenched tightly in her lap, every muscle in her body rigid.

I heard a sharp piercing scream. I squeeze my eyes shut. My hands over my ears. I saw the silhouette again. Then heard a gun shot and a loud thud. I saw men in black suits running about with guns. Then suddenly a striking view of Lorenzo laughing and running on a beach. I open my eyes. Why is my nose bleeding? I snatched some tissue from the sides of the toilet and dabbed my nose. The hair on my arms stood. Who was that woman? My head throbbed with pain. Taking one step at a time. I sat on the toilet seat with my head up.

hearing Ethan's voice made my brain snap back, and I focused all my attention on him. We were just millimeters away from our lips touching. I opened my eyes, surprised. "Yes?" I moved away considerably, feeling all the blood rush to my cheeks. "You're pressing too hard," I quickly removed the cotton and set it aside. "I'm sorry," I felt relieved that his injury wasn't as serious as I thought. I grabbed some tissue and carefully wiped his nose and mouth, as I knew he was probably still very sensitive. I discarded the bloody tissue and put a band-aid on the wound on his head.

He smiles smugly not catching my sarcasm and sits back in his seat. My head starts getting groggy again, and I reach up to my forehead. It is bleeding quite a bit and I did not even realize. I put my forehead against the cool glass of the window to try and get some relief as I close my eyes. A wave of pressure falls over me, and it felt like my ears popped like when you are on an airplane.

“Are you okay, babe? I don’t answer at first. Instead, I flex my jaw and rub my ears for any sign of damage. Thankfully, the fact that I can hear him means that my eardrums are still intact, but my ears still feel like they’re on fire. He takes my face in the palm of his hands and inspects me. “Your nose is bleeding.” He says as he rubs at my nose with the sleeve of his sweater.

Wishing they'd packed me a mirror, I felt around on my face with gentle fingers. The middle of my nose was tender and brought immediate tears to my eyes when I even grazed it. I blinked through the gathering liquid and took a couple of quick breaths. With a prayer that I was doing this right, I smashed my thumbs against the bumpy part right in the middle.