Novel & Cerita Blood Sign With Fingers

he advised, “You need to bring her tomorrow for an x-ray.” “X-Ray?” Marwick had several creases on his forehead, “Why do you suggest that?” “Her fingers,” He pointed towards her right hand, they are swollen. We need to check if she has any broken bones.” Marwick nodded in understanding. The doctor was right. Her fingers had turned red and purple. Marwick nodded again, his eyes never leaving River's pale face, "Thank you for coming here and for helping us," he said to the doctor. The doctor gave a reassuring smile, "Of course, I'm glad I could be of assistance. I'll leave now, Mr. Garner. Don’t forget the X-ray. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to call."

The scene I was witnessing caused a lump to form in my throat, the trail of blood she had left behind, her milky white skin was now a pasty shade of grey with a blue tinge to her lips and she was unconscious yet again. So many questions streamed through my mind but I had to get her out, I pulled the needle out of her hand, a burning sensation travelled through my fingers “SHIT!” throwing the needle down “It’s fucking silver” As soon as the needle was removed, the wound on her arm slowly began knitting back together leaving a deep red line. Although the amount of blood she had lost was worrying.

Then it aggressively flips the car upside down, producing a head-shaking thud. Both Davide and I gasp in pain. When I inch my eyes open, my vision is blurred and one of my eyes is stinged with something oozy and sticky. Weakly, I lift my hand to my brow near that eye. I jolt in pain when my fingertips prod my brow. Without the need to see what my fingertips felt while prodding my brow, I know then that the oozy, sticky, painful and rusty-smelling liquid is my blood.

The injury was deep, almost to the bone, and the blood flowed freely from the wound, forming a crimson pool on the cold, stone floor. The blood seemed to pulsate with every beat of Liam's heart, like a grotesque reminder of his own mortality. The wound throbbed with a fiery pain that shot up his arm, making it difficult to use his hand. His fingers felt numb and unresponsive as if they belonged to someone else. Despite the agony, Liam refused to stop.

Five spots of blue at the tips of her long fingers. He caught her scent. The smell of curdled blood and sick flesh. The stench of crumbling teeth and a bladder that leaked sour piss. The skin on her fingers had shrunk to the bone, the knuckles round and swollen. And her body was turning white, too white, and looked cold. Every breath from her made his eyes water and his stomach jump.

I tried to pull my hand free from his grip, but he held on tight. “No, Kira… don’t call anyone. No one…” his voice trailed off, weak and strained. He coughed lightly, and that was when I noticed… his lips were turning a light dry shade of blue. Before my brain could process what to do, the slow, rhythmic sound of dripping filled the air. I turned my head, my eyes landing on his hand. Blood was seeping from the wound, trailing down his fingers and dripping steadily onto the floor. A small, dark puddle had already formed beneath it.

Alas, he suddenly halted in shock. Originally, one of his hands had been the normal white color while the other was riddled by black veins from his last battle. They had already spread a bit, delaying the response when he told his fingers to move. Now, however, he couldn't tell anymore which hand it had been. They were both pure white. If he didn't know any better, he would think that he was never affected to begin with.

I gripped it with my fists. Dark. Sticky. Blood. My vision blurred. Whether it was tears or my body being truly shut down just made me uncertain.'" Looking at my own hand, I could only see the dark red that was scattered between my fingers. I cried out in complete silence, struggling to finish the sentence. "I-I..."

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.

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.