Blood Pooling In Fingers Novels & Stories

Blood. So much blood. It soaked through my hands, warm and slick, spreading across the stone floor in a dark crimson pool. The metallic scent clawed at my lungs, thick and suffocating. My fingers trembled slightly but not from fear, but from the thrill of control, the raw intensity of holding life and death in my grip.

Sera My knuckles ached with a dull, heavy pulse. I looked down at my hands. The skin across my knuckles was completely split. Thick, dark blood coated my fingers, dripping slowly onto the packed dirt. It wasn't my blood. I stepped off Taya. My boots squelched in the mud we had created from frost and sweat.

"I'm okay, really. I just need some aspirin." "Humor him, Ms. Vance," the doctor sighed, reaching for my cast. He checked the circulation in my toes, pressing down on the skin to see how fast the color returned. "The swelling is going down, but you need to keep this elevated. If you keep sitting upright like this, the blood is going to pool." Alexander watched the doctor’s hands like a hawk. If the doctor moved too fast or pressed too hard, I could see Alexander’s jaw tighten, his eyes flashing with a protective hunger that made my stomach flip. He couldn't move, he couldn't stand, but he was still guarding me.

"But the blood... it’s too dark. It looks like the same stuff we saw in the valley." I leaned over the wound, my stethoscope pressed to the man’s chest. The heartbeat was erratic, a frantic, fluttering rhythm that didn't match the volume of external blood loss. I pulled a syringe from the tray, drawing a small sample of the fluid pooling in the entry wound. It wasn't just blood. It had a strange, milky viscosity to it, a chemical sheen that caught the harsh light of the room.

A bone poked out at the arm’s joint, with blood streaming down. “What?”

It seemed that they had just gotten their blood drawn. Xia Xi rolled up the sleeve of her left hand, exposing her left arm while she kept the glove on her right hand. Due to the missing finger on her right hand, she had formed the habit of wearing gloves. A tube of blood was drawn from her arm. The results would be out in 15 minutes.

“So noisy, shut up. however, it seems you're extremely weak right now. Is it attributable to that? Despite being a human, does one dislike morning?” Raven's resistance is so weak. To be honest, carry-on holding like this is often not bad. “Indeed, I detected sure quite people, attributable to low vital signs come like this. Let me look however is your current blood flow. I will feel your blood flow by touch. Normally, with therefore adjustment and blood consumption can be even easier...strange, why all the blood visited the lowest 1/2 your body?” “That could be a young man's most sensitive area, please don't play with it...but, it's a morning phenomenon, how ought to justify this?”

I’d been ignoring it well enough, but this time, when I pulled my fingers away, my skin suddenly stung in the breeze and my fingertips felt wet. Stopping, I looked down at my hand. My fingertips were red and sticky with blood.

He slowly came around to looking at his throbbing fingertips. In the sad light of the moon Brandon looked at his hands for the first time in hours. Ignoring the stiff sting of wood under his nails, he stared grimly at his blood soaked fingers and forearms and then sighed. Brandon knew without looking at the rest of himself that his entire lower shirt, and right pants leg were drenched in coppery fresh blood. His blood. And he also knew that there was enough blood in the soil behind him that it should have killed him by now. Surely he was already dying.

I've been anticipating it, and soon, I'll have her singing it to me, endlessly. "Do you understand the damage going on right now?" I zeroed my eyes on the needle, finding delight from how it pierced into the broken skin of his fourth finger, drawing blood. "I'm hurting your tendons and ligaments. Soon, you'll experience swelling and won't be able to move your fingers. Know what tendons and ligaments are?" I tilted my head to the side, staring into his face, but the fucker was too busy whimpering to pay any attention to my words.