Blood Sweat And Heels Cast Novels & Stories

Soon, there were only Marissa and Jepherson left. Marissa was furious, but she was not confused. She looked at Jepherson and said, "Roll up your pants. Show me your legs." Jepherson bent down and rolled up his pants. She saw that there were a few blisters on Jepherson's legs that looked like dry blisters. There was nothing else. It was a little strange. "What happened?" Marissa had never experienced that before. Jepherson said, "My bones were affected. They were swollen. It's fine. I just need to change the cast regularly."

My body is battered and bruised and covered in blood; it’s been years since I was hurt this badly. I carefully peel off my tank top and sweatpants—both sticky with dirt, blood, and sweat. I tear off my bra and underwear as well, grimacing at the smell. I take a cool shower, gently rinsing off the blood and wincing when the water runs over the cuts. I wash my hair too, watching as the remaining hair dye runs down the drain with the blood. It takes a while but I finally manage to clean myself up without getting water in my cast or ripping any of my stitches. I wrap a soft towel around myself and hobble awkwardly out of the bathroom.

"I can't not go to work. I..." "Everything else will have to wait Your Majesty. If you don't take care of your hand, I'm afraid that you'll undo everything that has been done to help you heal faster." Andrea cut me off. "You always have to elevate your hand whenever you're sitting or sleeping. Also ice it five to ten minutes everyday without getting your cast wet. I also wouldn't recommend taking a shower." "Ah geez." I groaned inwardly. This was worse than bad. It was a nightmare I wanted to wake up from as soon as possible.

Simon leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes fixed on my thick white cast. "How is the leg feeling, Diego?" Simon asks, his voice surprisingly soft for some reason. "The medics told us that the bone was completely shattered. We were worried you were going to lose the foot entirely on the field." "It hurts like hell," I admit, keeping my voice in that deeper, rougher tone I use for my guard persona. "But the doctor said it will heal fine. I just have to carry this stupid concrete block on my leg for a three more days before my wolf recovers from the silver and heals it completely."

I chewed against my disgust then swallowed. “It'll help fight against infections from the inside, I applied it the same to your leg to fight it from the outside. Later, I'll mix some for pain relief, you'll chew and swallow it then apply it on your leg as well.” Heather stood up, “for now, just try to reduce the amount of pressure you put on that leg. I know it's going to be hard giving the Alpha king's constant breathing down your neck, also avoid getting it wet, I'll change it everyday for you.”

She could feel the stabbing pain on her heels after hours of searching. She bent, and found her heel bleeding faintly from the friction. Her worries intensified, and her tears dropped uncontrollably...

This house was the environment I needed to get better. I’m still stuck in this stupid wheelchair. I can walk a few steps now if I hold onto the wall, but it hurts so bad I see white flashes behind my eyes. The cast on my left arm is heavy and always hot. The one on my right leg itches like crazy under the hard plaster. The doctors patted my shoulder and said I was healing just fine. But they don’t know the real reason I’m here. They think I’m lucky to be home. They have no idea.

I stand in the hallway with the emerald on her finger and the certain knowledge that I just lost the opening move of a game I didn't know I was playing. I don't lose games. S e r a p h i n a ✦ Sloppy. Say the word and mean it. Four hours of sleep and the adrenaline of a breakthrough — the second piece I needed, the link between the shell routing and an actual name and I walked out of my room without checking the hall first.

"Don't forget to take your medicine on time, Ms. Vasque. Your wounds aren't fully healed and need time to recover. I just removed the cast from your foot because it's been a month and I can see that it's fine again the way you walk. But! But please be careful. Your bones are already cemented in the leg," the doctor who treated me after my accident said authoritatively. "Don't worry, doc. I'll be careful," I said with a smile and a nod.

“Let me see it.” Gesturing for her to put her feet on my thigh. She's hesitant but complies to my order and slowly her feet rest on my thigh. I zip down her boots and peel it off her legs and what I saw had my blood raging and my jaws clenched. Her legs were red and slightly swollen, there was a pale purple bruise forming around her heel and the sides of her sole were almost blistering.