Blown Vein Hand Novels & Stories

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."

A vein popped on Cynthia’s forehead as sweat dripped down drop by drop. Snap! When she heard this, Cynthia felt a pain on her finger. When she took a closer look, it turned out that Elijah's arm had broken her nail!

It was too late for him to realize that he had crushed a broken piece of the bowl into his fist out of anger awhile ago. Keir wanted to open his fist but the pain wouldn't let him. He felt like the broken piece had pierced deeper into his palm. With his jaw clenched to contain the pain, he forced to open his fist but he still can't. Judging from the too much blood flowing out of it, the broken piece must have probably hit some major veins on his palms. Keir as a physician himself, knew it but still panicked. How could he act cowardly with just a wound when awhile ago, he was as fierce as a lion? This is ridiculous! As the blood kept dropping, Méah carefully caressed his fist with her thumbs

She stood with a bored look on her face as she stabbed herself continuously. The knife seems to burn at her skin, making her woozy as she continued to Pierce and slash at her wrist but she didn't care... Dominica has always seen life as a game of chess!! "I heard Applying pressure helps reduce the amount of blood loss and gives you time to seek medical attention. A ruptured varicose vein may not stop bleeding, and without medical attention may result in a serious amount of blood loss. Excessive blood loss can, of course, be a very serious problem that can even lead to death."She says robotically as she stared at him coldly..

His eyes puffed up. “Hey,” I whispered, walking up to Lazaro cautiously. When he didn’t flinch, or move, or flicker his gaze my way, I thought it safe enough to put my hands on me. And when I did, my fingers warm against his arm, he looked up and stared right at me, like he was just noticing me there. Quietly, I reached up and wiped the blood that had splattered on his face with my thumb. “Seraphina…” he started, a bit nervous, a bit hesitant, “I—“

Two years was too long; no more waiting. She poked her naked leg gingerly. It hurt, but she might be able to hobble around enough. No running or jumping though. Her right hand throbbed painfully. The veins in her hand pumped black blood up from the two small puncture holes ringed with blue-purple. The cold in the floor against her skimpily clad bottom sent a shiver up her spine.

He took my hand and placed it over the rim and let me blood fall inside the cup. A little taken aback I didn't say anything just watched as this crazy event was taking place. Was this the intense pain I was suppose to feel? Because if that was it then I can totally do this. Dimitri lifted my hand away from the cup and up to his mouth. Turning my palm upward he bent and lightly blew air on my palm. Feeling a tingle and the pain was no longer present. I looked to my hand and it was no longer bleeding. There was only a light pink line as if the hand has been healing for days.

I nod my agreement as she shoves the clamp into my hand. Rebecca returns to rummaging through cubbards as I slide my hand back into his stomach, finding the end of his vein. It is leaking blood profusely, and I try to put the clamp on quickly. It slips in my fingers, and a drop of blood splashes upwards with the impact. I can feel it burning into the skin on my neck, but I try to keep my focus on the clamp. Readjusting it in my hands, I put it on the end of his vein and wait for the blood flow to cease.

I slide my hand halfway through before it catches my thumb. I close my eyes, willing myself for the next step. I bend my thumb into my palm. I roughly pull my hand through the cuff, hissing at the pain from my bent thumb. I slide my hand out and bring it to my eyes. I inspected my thumb, thankful that it was a bad bruise rather than a fracture. I turn on my side slightly, reaching up towards my left hand. I try to slip my left hand out, but the cuff is wound tightly around my wrist.

"Everything is gonna be alright. I'll help you get through this every step of the-" As she reached out toward the leaves of the patch, she let out a scream as something sharp dug into the back of her hand. Iris stumbled onto her back, clutching her hand and hissing in pain. She looked at the back of her hand to find two tiny holes in her skin, one of which was leaking blood as the vein was punctured.