Broken Blood Vessel Bottom Of Foot の小説・ストーリー

I cry out, letting go of Felix’s hand as I hop on my left foot, holding my right foot above the ground. Pain like a hot searing blade stabs the underside of my right sole. I can feel liquid in my shoe. “What happened? Are you hurt?” Felix asks urgently. “And that’s why I’m not taking these babies off until we’re home,” says Kitty, clicking her beat-up stilettos together. She gasps, stepping closer to me with her eyes wide. “Shit Ash, that looks really bad.” I look down at my foot and watch in detached horror as the toe of the ivory slipper turns crimson, and a single drop of blood pools on the outside of the silky fabric, then drips down onto the moss below.

A sigh escaped my lips as the hot water soothed my sore muscles. I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water wash away my stress as much as it could. Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped one of the towels around my body. I missed the shower mat with my foot and slid forward. A yelp of surprise came from my lips as I knocked into the sink. The glass cup on the edge fell to the floor and shattered. "Shit." I mumbled, walking forward to pick up the pieces. I sucked in a sharp breath as one of the pieces pierced my foot, lodging itself in my flesh.

And then, with a sudden burst of anger, I shattered the glass into pieces. The sound of breaking glass echoed throughout the room, and I watched as the shards fell to the ground in a cascade of glittering fragments. As I stared down at my hand, I saw that it was covered in a beautiful, dark hue of red. Blood was dripping down my fingers, and I could feel it seeping into the crevices between my knuckles.

I avert my eyes for a second because if my foot is as fucked up as it feels, I'm definitely going to go insane on both of them. On her for showing up when no one called her and on him for letting himself get so distracted by a pair of tits. "It's not that bad," she says and I finally look. My foot is already turning fucking purple and there’s an open wound where the corner hit me. But other than that, it looks normal. But I can see -and feel- that some bones are broken. Anya reaches one of her hands out to touch me and I instinctively jerk back because I think it's going to hurt, but she does it very gently, "Yeah, there are broken bones here. Can you wiggle your toes?"

I need to get out of here. I round the corner too fast and my foot catches on a broken pot. I yelp as I crash into a glass panel. “Ughhh!” Pain explodes across my shoulder as glass shatters around me. I hit the floor hard, breath knocked out of my lungs. My fingers shake as I press them to my arm. I’m bleeding. "Tabitha!"

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.

I grumbled under my breath. It was then I saw that a massive shard had penetrated the top of my foot and that what I had just seconds ago thought was urine, was actually blood trickling down the inside of my leg. A fragment had flown up and embedded itself to the inside of my thigh. Jesus H. Christ! My first thought, being the type A personality that I was, was to go and get a broom and dustpan to clean up the glass with but with the blood streaming profusely from my leg, I thought better of it.

Always Vincent. I ran my hands down Alaric’s leg. He hissed. The break was bad. Femur. Bone hadn’t pierced skin, but the swelling was already purple and massive. If I didn’t set it, he’d lose the leg. If he shifted with it like this, he’d die. “I need straight branches,” I said. “Clean cloth. Hot water. And my kit, no, my kit’s empty. I need yarrow, comfrey, and willow bark. Now.”

I could feel my ligaent breaking more and the blood oozing but not flowing out due to my tight skin. Being a medical student, I knew that I would end up forming a blood clot in my ankle and that could cause me a forever paralysis. I walked around the room to find something sharp. I finally came across a tie pin that definitely belongs to Johnas. I picked it up and broke my injured skin at my ankle myself allowing the blood to flow out.

I'm not sure how I left this broken piece on the floor when I had already carefully collected all the other broken pieces. "Despite my instructions, you purposefully left the broken piece on the floor so that my feet wounded with it." When I yelled in agony, she chastised me once more. "Aron, look at this girl; she wants to harm me." She complained to him about me. "I am sorry; I didn't do this deliberately." I bowed my head and looked at my bleeding feet. My eyesight became fuzzy from crying, and I could not remove the shard of glass from my feet. Blood was continuously dripping from my feet as the broken piece remained stuck on them.