Broken Blood Vessel Bottom Of Foot Novels & Stories

I reached for the drawer when something sharped pierced under my foot "Aaah!" I hissed sharply, stumbling backward. I limped to the wall, feeling my toes get moist. I looked down as see bloody prints on the floor. Wincing, I leaned on the wall with my shoulder and raised my injured leg. A sharp splinter of ceramic was stuck in my foot. A piece of the alarm clock I was looking for.

My feet touched the cold floor and I stood up, and that’s when I felt it. The inside of my right thigh burned. I looked down, the mark was still there. Two small punctures, perfectly aligned, just above the femoral artery. The skin around it was reddish, but not inflamed. The punctures weren’t bleeding. They had no scab. They looked… fresh. As if they had been made minutes ago, not hours. And around them, a purple luminescence so faint that I could have convinced myself it was my imagination. It wasn’t.

I can just imagine the tiny dingy floating at a wooden dock and bobbing up and down in the grey water. Either way, if he's up there or not, I need to make a move now. He is no doubt healing himself, and if he's getting better, and he ate a werewolf as he said, he'll be ready to come back soon. Reaching down, I snake my hands through a chain-link on each weight. My ankles look really abused. They have this awful purple look around them. And the whole of my right foot is numb. My left foot is somewhat throbbing in pain. What makes me scared is the tips of my toes are all red and swollen. I hope they have enough blood going to them. Otherwise...

Gasping I waddled a bit, moving away from the mess. I dropped to the floor, rolling over my own body, I was fighting the pain, barely managing to sit up only to find that everything was getting worse. I had a wound on my lower leg, as I went agates there was another piece of glass that tore my skin, I was bleeding too much. Without thinking with my bare hands I removed the glass on the sole of my foot, which was the worst stupid thing I did up to that point, there was too much crimson bathing my foot.

I dropped the shell and the pail over the shore and fall on my knees. I gasped looking at my right foot and there was so much blood coming out from the wound caused by the small piece of glass that stabbed its way deeply to the skin of the center of my sole. I held my ankle and felt little years filling my eyes. It was so painful and the blood was making me even more worried. I heard a few girls gasping with hands covering their mouths as they looked at me in horror. "Oh my God Thea!" Bethany calls out and quickly ran towards where I was.

I was alone in the cabin, Liam and Lucas wouldn't return for at least two hours, and my phone was—I patted my pockets with increasing dismay—still on the kitchen counter where I had left it before climbing to the attic. "Perfect," I sighed, frustrated tears threatening as the pain continued to pulse through my ankle. The injury was clearly serious—already swelling visibly, with discoloration spreading across the skin in an alarming pattern. Based on the audible crack and my medical knowledge from numerous werewolf-related injuries, I strongly suspected a broken bone rather than a simple sprain.

Then, I got down to her feet and stopped. Her right shoe was still on, but the one on the left had been removed, sock and all. I gagged at the sight of blood and bone sticking out and looked away, pressing my hand to my mouth for a moment before I forced myself to look back. The smallest toe on her left foot was missing. Cut cleanly, partially scabbed over but still oozing.

My right heel and half of my right foot are black from necrotized skin, as is my entire left hand from catching myself on the floor when I fell. Blood flows onto the floor and immediately crystalizes as the coral cuts deeply into my feet. Is it strange that the golden ichor looks so pretty like that? It’s one of the few things that gives the room any color. My immortal life’s blood splattered on the floor from the pieces of coral that I’ve managed to dislodge and throw across the room or puddling beneath and around the piece of rock that I’m standing on. When the heat begins, it will burn it all away and I’ll star all over again.

Forgotten? A sharp pain sliced through my foot, jolting me out of my trance. I screamed, thinking something had cut me. The duffel slipped from my hand, plummeting into the water. Pain exploded in my leg. Blood clouded the water around me, red ribbons twisting in the current. I lifted my foot above the surface, gasping. A gash ran across the sole, deep and shabby, pumping blood into the flood. "Shit! Oh, Goddess, it hurts!" I tried to stand, to put weight on it, but my knees buckled.

Blood was continuously oozing out of my foot. "Alex" I yelped in pain and sat down on the floor carefully removing the glass with my hand. Tears fell from my eyes. There are still many small pieces of glass stuck in my foot. I was about to remove them when I heard a knock on the door. I wiped my tears and tried to stand up but fell because of pain and accidentally I fell on the glasses and some pieces of glass got into my hand. I cried because of the immense pain and removed the glass from my hand and the next thing I heard was the voice of the door breaking.