Broken Blood Vessel Bottom Of Foot นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The small parker I had used to gather the glass pieces was still on the floor, untouched. But I wasn’t thinking about any of that. My gaze was fixated solely on the door and I walked towards it, my breath hitching slightly as I prepared to unlock it. But my movement halted when my leg suddenly landed on something very sharp and a blinding, searing pain shot through my foot. A scream tore from my throat as I stumbled back, clutching at the air for balance. My vision blurred with fresh tears as I looked down— Blood. Deep red, trickling from my foot, staining the cold floor beneath me.

“I’m nothing but bad luck.” I tried to push myself up, but the pain in my toes flared again, forcing me to sit back down. I reached for my shoe and pulled it off with a wince. My foot was a mess—bruised, swollen, and bleeding where the skin had split. The sight of it only made the tears fall harder. Yes, I deserved this. It wasn’t enough to atone for what I’d caused. Not nearly enough.

That final foot would never land. The hand gripping the sword began to shake. At first, just a faint tremor in the knuckles. Then his entire hand convulsed violently, like an old man too frail to hold a teacup steady. He stared down at his own hand, his pupils shrinking to needlepoints. Black veins erupted beneath his skin, starting from his fingertips. They didn't surface from the outside. They leaked upward from within his blood vessels, every dark line spreading along the pathways of his veins.

“It happened so fast, just like last time. They were just on us, and then he picked me up to protect me, and—” I gritted my teeth and told my hands to stop shaking. I had to find the source of the bleeding. But there was so much blood it was hard to see. It surged over my hands, warm and thick. “It’s all my fault,” Maya gasped through her tears. “We wouldn’t have been separated and vulnerable if I hadn’t suggested tagging along, and now he’s—” “Ah ha!” I yelled as I finally found the injury near the top of his thigh. It must be the femoral.

Even their muscular bulky figure can have no chance against Alas who held a gun, Blanche wondered if that's still the case if they would fight each other hand in hand. Blanche was silent on the sideline, she held her behind and took the chair for support, she realized that the champagne also broke with the intensity of her being thrown and the pieces of it got stabbed on her foot. "Shit," she cursed under her breath as she stared at the blood cloth and a broken glass punctured on her shin. She tried her best not to let that sink in, but the image of it was already imprinted in her brain and the pain it holds doubled what she was feeling.

“Father, stop!” But he didn’t listen. He was too enraged to listen or even see the danger that laid ahead. He had barely taken a few steps when a sharp shard of glass on the floor pierced into his bare foot. “Ahhhh!” He froze mid-step, his face twisting in pain as his injured foot instinctively lifted off the ground. His balance faltered instantly, his arms flailing slightly as he tried to steady himself on one leg. But the floor beneath him was slick and slippery due to the spilled wine from the broken bottles. His remaining foot instantly slipped as he completely lost his balance.

I ordered, as my gaze moved between the stats and the bleeding. Slowly his stats started to improve and there wasn’t nearly as much blood as there had been. Releasing the air, I had been holding, I held out my other hand and asked for the clamps. With the bleeding now under control, I was able to see that it had been a blown blood vessel, nothing that I couldn’t easily repair.

I once again replied wondering if i also hallucinated the deep make voice that told me we are almost there. “Maam, can you please tell me what happened to you? You were brought in suffering from a concussion, as well as a gunshot wound and an open cut at the bottom of your left foor. Three of your ribs are broken and two of them have been displaced.” then it all started coming back to me, the fight and all of a sudden m head felt heavy.

Where is he? I suddenly stop when I hear a faint noise. Is he home? I slam the clock back down on the nightstand and swirl around. I dash towards the door, but in my haste, I slam my toe against the corner of the bed. “OWWWWW!!!!!” I fall onto the bed as tears well up in my eyes. I cradle my foot in my hands as I rock back and forth. Damn it. I think I broke my toe. As I look at my red toe, which is already changing colors to a dark purple. I mentally swear to myself.

I have almost slept only for five minutes, this explains why my eyes are still burning. "Blake?" I called his name but no response. "Blake, where are you?" I peeled the bedsheet off me before placing my feet on the cold tiles but felt the piercing pain under my feet like a sharp needle entered into my skin in one shot that made me stumble back and I fell down with my butt. There I saw red liquid is running everywhere from my feet just ahead of the broken glass which was stained with my blood. Damn!! No wonder why I have piercing pain! But... Broken glass?