Blood Pooling In Fingers Novels & Stories

I stared at her palm noticing it was really reddish,I gently held her other palm,realizing it was the same. And then I noticed a small bruise on her finger. I quickly sent for the doctor. "Shouldn't this be bandaged?"I asked as soon as he walked in. "It's very small…" "It could get infected."I pointed out."And why are her palms so reddish?" "She might have fallen on them when she dodged the car,Mr Lewis."He replied."I'll get an ointment for that." I nodded. He placed a small plaster on her finger and then went off to get the ointment.

My hand is hanging at an unnatural angle, the skin already starting to puff and turn a dark red. I brought this upon myself.

I commanded. Instead of dripping onto the floor, the blood that pooled in my palm began to glow with a soft, ethereal light. It didn't drop; it hovered, reacting to the moonlight streaming through the shattered window. The branches outside groaned, leaning closer to the glass as if drawn to the scent.

Puff! Blood splashed everywhere. The skin of Chu Xun's five fingers had been split, revealing the bones and the blood-red tendons inside. Sweat broke out on Chu Xun's forehead, and his eyes grew bloodshot. He was in so much pain that his pupils dilated and his whole body was trembling violently. He cut the skin and flesh of the five fingers on his left hand. The ten fingers were closely connected to one's heart, so Chu Xun felt extremely painful.

Suddenly, soemthing happened that muddled him; something confusing. A blood dropped to his red garment. And when he looked, he discovered his finger was bleeding.

The drops weren’t coming from the sky and I realized with a start that the blood was actually dripping down my fingertips. I raised my hands in front of my face to inspect the blood and saw that there was blood everywhere. It was running down my arm as it colored my sleeves. Confusion swarm in my mind as I tried to register why I was bleeding. The only thing I felt was cold, there was no pain.

Slipping the chip of my card on the sensor, the door pushes open to red stains on the white floor. It forms a pool and drags along in scary circles. Blood?!!

I ask not so happy with the situation. “I think he secures the first floor. He said he finished from our college unfortunately I do not recognize him.” “Jeffrey James?” “I didn't get his last name.” “He is the only Jeffrey on the ground floor.” I gently lift her hand. “Which of the fingers?” “This and this but I think the impact was more on the index finger.” “We are going to see the doctor immediately.” “It’s not that serious.” “Your joking right? Can't you tell there is a blood clot at the tip of your finger?”

My fingers curled into fists, water trickling down my knuckles as I sat upright. Wrapping a towel around myself, I stepped out of the bath and padded back into the room, my mind spinning. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that hex is gone, I thought, determination hardening my jaw. But before anything else, I needed to see Reagan. I needed to know he was okay. As I stepped into Reagan’s study, I hadn’t expected to find blood pooling in his palms, dripping onto the floor. “You’re bleeding,” I gasped, my eyes widening in alarm as I rushed toward him. Without hesitation, I grabbed his hand, guiding him to the sink. The metallic tang of blood filled the air as crimson streaks ran down his f

A sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I glanced around, my eyes landing on the only other person in the vicinity - him. As I shifted my gaze towards the source of the wetness on my hand, a mix of shock and disbelief washed over me. The sight that met my eyes was both disturbing and perplexing. The blood, crimson and glistening, was pouring out from the very spot where my clenched fist had made contact with him, repeatedly and with unyielding force. A deep sense of confusion enveloped my thoughts as I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation. How could a mere series of punches result in such a profuse and relentless flow of blood from his arm?