Blown Vein Hand 소설 & 이야기

Her pale skin had already taken a greenish tint. ‘I’ll have to flip her. the wound wasn’t an avulsion.’ With Flynn’s help, she flipped the bloated body so that it lay on its belly. The ugly looking gash which marred her back lay very close to her lumbar vertebrae. A network of black veins crisscrossed across the wound.

The bottom of the boat had been blown open from the repeated impacts, and seawater was gushing in, causing the vessel to slowly start sinking. I frantically checked on Blake's condition, only to feel something warm and sticky on my hand. I discovered in horror that his calf had a wound so deep I could see bone, and blood was pouring out continuously, soaking half his pant leg red.

Puff! Blood splashed everywhere. The skin of Chu Xun's five fingers had been split, revealing the bones and the blood-red tendons inside. Sweat broke out on Chu Xun's forehead, and his eyes grew bloodshot. He was in so much pain that his pupils dilated and his whole body was trembling violently. He cut the skin and flesh of the five fingers on his left hand. The ten fingers were closely connected to one's heart, so Chu Xun felt extremely painful.

I stood blankly in the middle of the airport, like a puppy abandoned by its owner, unspeakably pitiful. I put the phone back into my pocket, and I didn't know what I touched, and the back of my hand was burning with pain. I lowered my eyes and saw that my right hand was swollen like a steamed bun, and a piece of skin was raised on the back of my hand. The entire back of my hand was stained red with blood, and even my sleeve was covered in blood, which was shocking. The other hand was not much better, I closed my eyes and forced the soreness back to my heart.

I heard people shouting as I slammed the dagger right into his skull. Creighton’s wolf shuddered to a stop, and I fell to my knees. Finally, taking a look at my hand. Other than the fact that the bone was crushed, and the skin around it was purple, not to mention my fingers look like they might never work again, my hand is fine.

"Check your chest. Now." My hand flew to my sternum before I was even fully awake. I sucked in a breath. It rattled like a bag of dry gravel. The brand—the jagged 'X'—didn't just glow anymore. The skin around it had turned a sick, necrotic purple. Black veins branched out from the center, crawling toward my collarbone like ink dropped in water. It pulsed. A low, wet throb that made my vision swim with static.

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.

In the end, Lina did not become the beauty that slept in the forest and woke up one morning. Looking at the gentle sunlight outside, the breeze blew in through the curtains, coming to Lina's side, bringing the breath of sunshine. After lying down for more than half a month, my whole body became a bit stiff. Lina moved slightly, feeling a little soft. On the back of the hand, sometimes there is a tingling sensation, looking at the side, it is found that there are more bruises on the white back of the hand, there are also small holes left by the infusion needle.

"How... are you?" "I am... adjusting," he said, the word a vast understatement. A shadow of profound disorientation flickered in his eyes. His right hand, as if with a mind of its own, drifted to his left arm. My attention snagged there, and the air seemed to grow colder. Against the pale canvas of his skin, sickly, orange-gold veins crawled and writhed with a faint glow. They were not flat marks, but a living tracery, like lightning trapped and writhing beneath the surface, a parasite etched in light. They snaked up from his wrist, disappearing under the sleeve of his tunic. I shouldn't ask. It's cruel, a part of me thought. But another, fiercer part knew I had to. I can't help him if I'm b

The glass was in rather deep, and overall the injury looked pretty bad, but beyond the cut it did not look long term. “Hmm.” She nodded, stepping up to the glass and watching the doctors treat Bo with eyes that did not waver. “It’s deep, very deep, and if he cut any, or all of the tendons in his palm, he may have trouble moving the fingers for a long time, maybe forever.”