Blood Pooling In Fingers Novels & Stories

They formed small, dark red halos at the tips of her fingers. She stared at the blood droplet. The droplet trembled at the tip of her finger, swayed with the slight vibrations of her breath, then hardened, forming a thin layer of dark film on its surface. She stood up. There was a “click” as her kneecaps left the stone surface. Her knee joints suddenly straightened after being in a bent position for so long, causing bones to collide inside the joints. Her legs went numb, and the muscles on the outside of her thighs trembled slightly. She swayed slightly before gaining stability.

Panic flashed in his eyes, pure, unfiltered panic. “What the hell… are you okay?” I knelt beside him, reaching out to help, but the moment my fingers brushed his skin, he jerked violently and vomited more blood. I pulled back, but my eyes stayed locked on his. Something was wrong. I looked down at my hand, still resting on his arm, and noticed the skin beneath my fingers. His veins were turning black, dark lines spreading out like cracks in glass. They kept moving, snaking up through his chest, his neck, his face, until they reached his eyes.