Novel & Cerita Blood Pooling In Fingers

It might have been thirty minutes or an hour or maybe even more but when I came to my senses, I was tired and drained. So weak that I sank to the floor and rested my head on the brick wall. I placed my hands on the ground, trying to catch my breath wrinkling my brows in confusion as to why I was so out of breath, when I felt something warm and sticky under my fingers. Raising my tired hand to see what it is, my eyes widened in surprise when I saw the obvious, red sign of blood and I hastily looked down at my body to check if I was bleeding, but then I saw a wide pool of blood which was trickling my way and in that horrifyingly foreboding way where you know that whatever it was wasn't going t

I cried out; ‘Please! No! Stop!’. I begged, but he just ignored me, my cries and pleading only seemed to encourage him more. Against my better judgment, I looked down and was horrified by what I saw. No wonder what he was doing hurt so much, my arm was starting to turn purple and the pressure build-up was so intense, It felt like my fingers were going to explode! It continued until my whole arm, from fingertip to shoulder started to tingle with painful pins and needles.

For each step she took, blood was needed. She brought her left middle finger to her teeth and bit hard on it, causing blood to flow out. She pointed her injured finger at the ground and then cautiously took a step forward as blood trickled down her finger. She felt that the pressure had greatly lessened. As more of her blood dropped to the ground, she got closer to the middle of this platform.

I look down, my eyes widening when I see streaks of red liquid all over the sink. I look back and sure enough, there are drops of blood all over the floor as well. My gaze snaps to my fingers and I discover the source of the blood – a very deep, ugly looking cut on my index finger. Blood continues to flow out of it. I switch on the tap to wash the remaining blood away when I hear traces of raised voices from main store. I frown at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. What the hell is that? I rinse off quickly and hurry towards the store. I will care for the wound properly later.

He moved the edge over her neck painfully slow before pressing it to her throat promisingly. "Do you know the most fragile vein is located around here? It's directly connected to the artery in charge of pumping most of the blood that's being circulated through out the body. One puncture and you will bleed to death" He told her teasingly as he continued to work the knife further before moving it away to stare back at her reaction and it was overly satisfying as the corner of his lip pulled up in a little smile before his expression turned dark yet again.

I brought the blood to my nose and took one simple sniff, closing my eyes for better concentration. The normal smell of blood hit me first, but the smell was too heavy. Opened my eyes to inspect the blood, and noticed that while it appeared the normal colour, the little drop of blood had failed to coagulate in the time it had been exposed to air. Typical signs of Moonshade poisoning.

My right arm aches as though I’ve over-exerted it. Something warm drips from my fingers and when I look down I have to stifle a scream. It’s blood. What have I done? My breath catches in my throat and my heartbeat turns into a frantic staccato. I’m sure it’s not mine. I don’t seem to be injured, but it’s there, smeared across my hands, my nails caked with it. A broken gasp rips from my throat and I scramble backward, my pulse roaring in my ears as I look around frantically, trying to find whatever I killed.

VIVIANS POV Red blood bloomed from underneath Bella’s torn fingernails, pooled in the crescents of her cuticles, and trailed down her knuckles in little rivers. Despite the pain, she gripped the ledge more tightly with her left hand so she could try to slide her right hand forward. There was grit and blood under her fingers, making her slip, and her hands were cramping so badly that the center of her palm was starting to spasm. She reached with her right, but didn’t have the strength to pull herself any farther forward.

“Eli, don’t–” Before the warning can even leave my lips, he grips the clear plastic tubing with his fingers and yanks it violently out of the back of his hand. I gasp, my eyes going wide as I watch the needle slip free, a small, steady bead of crimson blood immediately welling up on his skin and trailing down the back of his hand onto the white bedsheets. The reckless, completely unhinged danger of it sends a sharp, throbbing ache straight to the center of my core.

My fingers instinctively come up to my upper lip, and when I pull them away, they’re red. Not just red. Coated. Blood. I shoot up in bed too fast and the world spins. I hold the sheet to my chest as another warm trickle runs down my nostril, sliding into the corner of my mouth. My stomach clenches. My heart bangs so loud in my ears I think I might pass out again. I press the back of my hand to my nose and crawl out of bed, half-stumbling across the room toward the bathroom. But it’s not just the blood. It’s what I see when I glance back at the bed.