Broken Angle Novels & Stories

The little guy was in shock and even on the brink of tears. His knee was bent at an unnatural angle, the skin there was already swelling and darkening. Crimson blood trickled from the deep scrape. But what sent a jolt of terror gushing through me was the way his shinbone jutted awkwardly beneath the skin, showing it was clearly broken.

His hand hit the glass, not with the power of all his might, but with a hard, sharp snap. The glass didn't shatter into a thousand pieces. Instead, it was sliced by a jagged, one-way crack across its front, dividing his image in half and cutting his face in two. A spider's web of finer cracks sprang from the point of impact, creating a dozen twisted, fractured duplicates of himself that stared back at him with horror.

he threatened. Actually, his words this time enough to make Zack tremble. This time the well-built man stood up unsteadily. Occasionally he stepped back and forth, moving his body. He had lost strength now, not to mention that both of his fingers were now broken at their joints, it was possible that they would rot inside. According to the medical science controlled by Nicko, joint fractures must be treated by surgery or tissue termination. If left alone, of course, the wound inside will fester and spread everywhere.

“I wanted to speak with you about Miss Belle’s condition and the plan for surgery. Do you have a moment?” Juan nodded. “Yeah, go ahead.” The doctor explained things in a calm, steady voice. “She was hurt badly in the crash. The worst injuries are a broken leg—a fractured femur on the left side. It was a compound break, meaning the bone went through the skin. She also broke her left arm in two places and dislocated her right ankle. She’s stable now, but she’ll need surgery soon. We’ve been controlling her pain and giving her fluids, but we can’t wait too long.”

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.

Because each fracture would be different. Each required its own understanding. The reflection in the glass showed someone no longer trying to maintain perfect alignment

the doctor replied as he carefully applied the splint to Fred’s arm. “Is it broken? Can you save my arm?” That was what Fred cared about most. The doctor shook his head. “Your Grace, you didn’t exactly break your arm. However, it is dislocated.” “Dislocated?” “A unique force somehow dislocated your arm at the joint without damaging the bone. Still, I must apply a splint and properly bandage it. It’s best not to use your arm for some time after I finish, okay?" The doctor explained with a frown while applying the splint.

“You seem to be pretty severely injured. Could you have fractured your bone?” Javier seemed rather concerned, which was exactly the same concern Quinna felt as well. “I-I don’t think so. Did I really kick that hard?’ Bones were a very mysterious thing. It was just like grabbing a piece of brick and slamming it against someone. Some places like the skull would be completely fine if hit, but some places might cause the bone to be completely fractured, yet not a single chip would come off the brick. Thus, in the next moment, Javier gestured for Quinna to stand up straight before he faced her with his back and bent over.

He lay on his bunk and stared at the ceiling, replaying the day not as narrative, but as sensation—the delayed step, the public correction, the quiet hostility. This was the cost. Not pain. Position. He understood now that alignment did not protect him from fracture. It caused it. And as sleep finally claimed him, one thought surfaced with unsettling clarity: Once something breaks, it cannot return to its previous shape. Only become something else.

he informed. Dimitri moved as if to lunge at Argo, but just sat down, fuming. “It is fused together now,” Argo continued who had missed Dimitri’s movement. “It takes really special skills to mend shattered bones, you know. Because we heal so quickly, doctor has to put them in right position very quickly. Else, sometimes, bones start to join together at wrong places, and then rebreaking and mending them again is far worse!” he continued as he checked Kira’s hands.