Blown Vein Hand Novels & Stories

the doctor says, his eyes briefly flicking to Dante, “he has multiple broken ribs from blunt force trauma, likely from being kicked or struck repeatedly. One of the ribs caused a small contusion to his right kidney, but it doesn’t appear to be life-threatening.” I clutch my chest as the list continues. “Callum also suffered significant damage to his left hand. One of his fingers was severed, and though we attempted reattachment, the tissue damage was too extensive to save it. He’ll have permanent loss of function in that finger.” My breath hitches, but the doctor isn’t done. “His right ear sustained a partial avulsion, meaning a portion of it was torn away. We’ve repaired it surgically, but

When I turned away, I looked up at Elijah, who was looking at me with great concern . "Is everything okay?" I asked, my brows drawn. He wasn't looking into my eyes, or even at my lips. But on my skin. "Ky…" he whispered, and reached for my hand, "your.. Your arms." I looked down and had to bite back a scream. "What the hell?" I muttered as I stared at my arm. Black thin veins, webbed across my skin like cracks of ink. They ran up my forearms, curling over the back of my hands, disappearing under my sleeves and reappearing at my collarbone.

he explained, and I felt his hand wrap around my arm. I looked at his hand. The veins on it were prominent, almost bulging as if they were about to break through his skin. Heat suddenly rushed through me as I stared at his arm. I know it myself, it is one of my weaknesses. His veins. On his arms and hands. Damn it. Why do I have to feel this at a time like this? I bit my lower lip and let out a rough breath. Melody is right. Maybe I have been too much of a negative thinker. I was not like this before, and it is something I do not like about myself.

Their family was on the brink of bankruptcy. Meanwhile, Chase's mini-empire was also crumbling due to his feud with our family. Lucille still brought him back to the Gervais family. When her father saw him, I heard he immediately shot him in the chest. His injury was way worse this time. Due to overwhelming grief, Lucille lost a lot of blood during childbirth, and her baby didn't survive. In the aftermath of such sorrow, the Gervais family took their anger out on Chase. I heard he was taken back to the Gervais family and severely beaten. In the end, he succumbed to his fatal injuries.

His left hand gripped a cane—a sturdy wooden one he had found in the closet, replacing the broomstick. "The roof is still there," Elion reported. "The windows are intact. The car is not crushed by a tree." "Acceptable outcome," Cale said. He leaned against the railing, taking the weight off his bad leg. "How is the hand?" "It is throbbing. The pulse is distinct. 70 beats per minute." "It's infected, Cale. I saw it when I changed the dressing. It's red. It's hot." "Inflammation is a natural immune response."

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.

It looked like he was wearing careful gloves. Since the vast majority of his muscles had proactively disintegrated, essentially nothing remained to be kept his bones and joints intact. His little finger and it were additionally detached to ring finger! There were relatively few muscles at his mercy, and his bones were gradually becoming noticeable. As of now, the state of Bowen's right hand could never again be seen, and he could never again hold the handle of the blade. The handle tumbled to the ground, and Bowen additionally tumbled to the floor and howled in torment.

I bellow in agony, feeling a burning pain spreading throughout my arm all over again. Instead of pulling my arm out instantly, I push myself to wash the wound with water, cleaning off as much blood as possible. It doesn’t prove out to be easy as I expected — as usual. Black dots appear in my sight numerous times, but my resolve is strong. I wash the wound and pull my arm out. Then, I tear my other sleeve and place the cloth over the wound. Now, here comes the worst part. I silently tell myself. My right hand trembles like the rest of my body.

His body burned me when the green venom circulated around his body. I turned back to him, and what I saw made my hand fly to my mouth. I had to observe my hands to see if they were still normal. Ryan used the back of his palm to touch his venomous hand, and I was opportuned to see what happened. His hand burned up immediately, exposing his inner flesh, and he began bleeding. "I can't hurt myself with this, but I don't know why I was able to do it today," he said, raising his injured hand to me. I watched as his hand went back to normal immediately, and he brought it down.

He did not refuse her request for help either. "If you think that money really is more important than your hand, I have nothing to say. However, you can't let Deanna down," Zorion walked behind Raeleigh. She turned around and looked at Zorion, not refuting anything. The doctor, the man with blond hair and blue eyes, came out of the examination room behind him and he reminded them, "It's best to treat her hand within 24 hours as we can't do anything after that."