Blood Sign With Fingers Novels & Stories

Andy slowly opens his, immediately aware of the throbbing pain in his head. Lifting a hand to the area that is the most painful, he feels dried blood around a small gash. When he looks at his fingers, there is a bit of fresh blood, as well. He will probably need a stitch or two to cloe the wound. But that is the very least of his worries.

Huh? Ravi stepped forward to get a closer look at Raymond's bloody hand. There was a long line of thick red blood oozing from Raymond's palm, and dark red stains surrounded the wound, indicating an old injury that had reopened. Ravi grabbed Raymond's wrist and then asked him, "What happened to your hand? I remember you've never been injured there before."

ARIEL I screamed again, my voice echoing off the walls as I stared at my hand. The blood was still there, thick and bright, running over my fingers like a curse I couldn’t wash away. My whole palm throbbed. The pain was sharp and real, not fading at all. "What the hell is happening?" I gasped, clutching my wrist as the tears blurred my vision.

He was already removing her blood-soaked clothes and checking for any external bleeding. “Move faster, Marinel!” he snapped, making me jump. I dropped the sphygmomanometer but picked it up quickly. “I got it, Nel,” Andy said, suddenly beside me. He grabbed the IV bag and adjusted the rate. I backed off, my chest tightening. “Damn it!” Caldwill hissed. He scooped Candice into his arms. “She’s tachycardic and her mucosa’s pale—classic signs of severe anemia. Andy, grab the IV stand!”

Finally, she pulled her hands away from his sides and turned her attention to his arm. At first glance, everything appeared fine, and she let out a soft sigh of relief. A closer look, however, showed her that the tips of his fingers were beginning to darken. The bluish hue wasn’t all that obvious yet, but when she held the affected fingers next to his good hand for comparison, the difference was clear. She knew it was only a matter of time before Ralin’s entire hand began to discolor and swell, just as it had the previous night.

I said. She grasped the blunt tool with both hands, held it high above her head, and brought it down with all her might. The cry tearing from Gary’s chest shook the roof. I inspected his rapidly swelling left hand. His fingers were quickly going from pink to a satisfying bluish-black. “Good job,” I praised her.

"Acoff didn't know what had happened at all, but the people around him could see it clearly." Wisdom's speed was incredible. "The scalpel in his hand was shining with a cold light, and there were traces of blood on it." Whose blood was it? "Acoff was still puzzled when he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood from his wrist. Then, a sharp pain came in an instant, causing him to involuntarily wail." My hand... "His hand's tendons were actually broken, and the opening was extremely deep. His skin and flesh were curled about and the bone was visible."

I jumped up, racing to the kitchen to grab a letter opener. A few moments later, I sat by the box staring at a tiny slip of paper that had golden ink scribbled on it. My brows knotted as I ran my fingers over the cursive lettering, squinting to read the note. BloodVessel.com

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.

Her pale finger instantly turned purple, and blood oozed out of her nail folds. Charmine furrowed her brows in pain as she felt that sharp, stinging pain coming from the tip of her finger. The pain stretched out to her heart, so much so that even her heart was in agony.