Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Location の小説・ストーリー

Whoever was holding it didn’t care about framing, only about capturing pain. Damian’s head was bowed at first, hair damp with sweat or blood. When he lifted his face, my breath snagged. His left eye was swollen. Not the neat purple of makeup the ugly, uneven puffiness of real trauma. One cheekbone sat slightly wrong, like it had taken a hit it hadn’t fully recovered from yet. I paused the video and zomed in. His lips were split not cleanly, but torn. Blood had dried unevenly at the corner of his mouth, dark and cracked.

Both of them looked at it. Fell's hand was moving toward his satchel, toward whatever additional magical tools he carried for situations like this, and Valentina had one knee on his back and one hand on the preservation case and was watching the crack that had appeared in the crystal surface, running from the bottom left corner toward the center, propagating slowly with the particular quality of stressed crystal, measurable and alive and potentially not stopping. Lucia's life at risk.

That's where she stays or should I say live. I was told she was the reason why I am this way. The left side of my face, half of my face, was cracked. Four cracks that trail from my face down to my stomach, it just takes the mercy of the gods that my face didn't fall off. I can't really see with my left eye, the lines from the crack started from my left eye. You know that feeling when you are looking into a deep dark hole and you can't see anything? Yeah, that's how my left side face.

There, I only felt peace and serenity as I felt like I was floating through time and empty space. When my eyes opened again, I had no clue how long I had been unconscious. However, waking up I felt an awful throbbing ache in the left side of my face. The ability to open up my left eye seemed to have fully left me and my eyebrow felt like it was split in half. Blood was dripping down my face and there was a lot of dried blood sticking to my hair. I did not have a mirror to look into but I could tell from the searing pain that it was a nasty wound. Reaching up, I felt around my face and found that the cut started from above my left eyebrow, wrapped around my eye socket between my nose and eye,

she spits, tears burning her eyes. I inhale. My body wobbles and the invisible thread holding me in place breaks. My eyes hurt. Tears well up and a single tear drops and rolls down my cheek.

My thigh is bleeding, it did tear something. Oh damn it.

~ ENRIQUE ~ I found it, the place where the chupacabras are entering our world, but it’s not that simple. A crack in the veil is not something I can just easily close and glue shut. It simply looks like a slight blue in a tiny spot. It’s not that big, so these chupacabras are just about squeezing through or it makes me wonder are there chupacabras that are larger? The tear itself looks harmless, just a slight glaze that reminds me of a heatwave. I can see the water beyond it. But the moment I attempted to somehow try to seal it shut, the pressure I am met with is immense, whilst the crack didn’t get any smaller.

And better still, some may neither have at all nor be a carrier. 'Really?' said Eniiyi who had rather been secretly harbouring a wish for siblings. 'Yes, my dear.' 'Is there a cure for it?' she asked hopefully. 'Unfortunately, there is no cure for Triple A Syndrome yet. But Alacrimia can be managed by either applying topical lubricants such as artificial tears or ointments or with a procedure called punctal occlusion. This one closes the tear ducts that drain tears from the eye.' 'Can I do the punctal one?' Eniiyi asked, feeling hopeful again.

You can see strands of it laying all over area. One of the eyeballs is missing, the socket looks like a deep black hole sitting on their face. It gives you a creepy feeling; almost like you could see deep in the soul. It’s eye is laying over to the side while the other is hanging loose out of the socket, blood leaking out of the tear ducts, almost as if the person was crying blood before they succumbed to the fatality of their wounds. The blood runs down the face, in a tear streak path, that leads past the nose to the mouth.

I take a small sip and then push it away. "Okay Julisa, make sure you drink more later it will help your throat." Tara says with a sad smile. I nod my head in understanding still wincing a little at the pain it causes. "You have a grade 2 concussion, A broken nose and fractured left cheek bone. I cleaned the nasty bite you have on your right thigh. And stitched the tear in your vagina. I still worry about infection so I have you on antibiotics." Tara says with a sigh.