Novel & Cerita Blood Sign With Fingers

No signs of internal bleeding and no clotting in the veins that could result in pulmonary distress later. Damien didn’t take his eyes off her. He looked at every small or large dark blue bruise on her skin. Her arms had fingertip marks in sets of four. The broken rib area had a large blue bruise with some purple in it. Multiple cuts on her hip that she explained was from a ring on his finger that cut during punches.

I say, holding up the piece of paper to emphasize. But the response Rina gives leaves both Ethan and I surprised. “Ew! What is that on your hand? Is that… blood?” “What?” I bring my hand closer to my face, turning it to inspect it. She's right, there is a small trail of dried blood, about two inches long that ran from between the knuckles of my index and middle fingers down the inside of my index finger. Surprisingly it didn’t stain the sheet I was holding. I frowned at the wound, I couldn’t believe I had been so careless. “I must’ve nicked it when I helped carried the equipment over.”

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?”

Faint, reddish fingerprints. I run my fingers over the bruises. Then I let out a breath and turned away from the mirror.

My eyes darted to him, heart hammering against my ribs. His hand was still outstretched from the throw, fingers flexing slightly as if he were testing their range of motion, and that's when I saw it—thin, dark lines running down the side of his palm where he'd gripped the glass too tightly before hurling it. Blood. Fresh and crimson, welling up from what looked like multiple small cuts where the crystal had bit into his skin. It dripped in uneven trails, following the natural creases of his palm, pooling briefly at the curve of his wrist before slipping free and falling to the floor in perfect, round droplets that looked almost black in the lamplight.

She gasped. Her fingers shot out, gripping my hand tightly. Too tight. Like she was holding on for dear life. “Dre…” she whispered painfully. My heart dropped. “I’m here,” I said immediately, tightening my hold on her hand. “I’m right here.” She tried to move. Tried to look down. “No, don’t—” I started— But then I saw it. The blood. It was subtle at first. Just a small trail, trickling down her leg. Then more came running down. Dark. Spreading.

Terrified, I put my finger up to test his breath; at that time, he stopped breathing, but the blood in his hand continued to gush out like there was no stopping. I hugged him coldly and cried out.

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.

The eyes deep and excited in black dark circles, almost disappearing with the natural color of their irises. The skin devoid of its natural shine stretches over thin and pointed bones, similar to a dough too thin for a protruding filling. Connected to the devices near her bed, Penelope's right hand receives the small hose that takes the serum to her blood, while the left holds on her index finger the oximeter that gently whistles as she breathes.

My fingers became wet. Dark red liquid spread across my skin. I sniffed it. Rose’s blood. My heart almost stopped beating.