Broken Blood Vessels On Shoulder Novels & Stories

The motion costing him – I could see it in the way his jaw clenched when his arms went above his shoulders, the muscles in his torso contracting around whatever Caleb's check had done to his ribs. The bruise on his shoulder was worse than I'd thought. Not just the thunderstorm purple – there was a deeper layer underneath, the kind that meant the tissue was damaged beyond surface level. His ribs on the left side were tender and discoloured. I pressed my fingers gently along each one. He breathed in sharp through his nose on the fourth. "That one might be cracked." "It's not." "You don't know that." "I know what cracked feels like. This isn't it." Flat. Certain. The voice of a man who'd catalo

He gestured for them to sit, taking a chair himself with the weary movements of someone who'd been on his feet for hours. "The chest wound was the primary concern," he explained. "The bullet entered through the upper left chest, collapsed the lung, and fragmented near the subclavian artery. We were able to remove the fragments, repair the damaged vessels, and re-inflate the lung. But there was significant trauma to the surrounding tissue. He'll need intensive monitoring for signs of bleeding, infection, or clotting." "And the shoulder?" Tiana asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "The shoulder wound was cleaner, through-and-through, missed the major vessels but did some nerve damage. We w

"How is she now?" The doctor looked at me for a moment before nodding slightly. "We have received the CT scan results and further test results." My chest tightened. "In addition to a minor head injury, the patient also has a dislocated right shoulder. The joint was displaced due to the impact of the accident. We performed a reduction as soon as she arrived at the emergency room." I held my breath. "But," he continued, professionally and calmly, "there are indications of tissue tears around the joint. Possibly in the labrum or supporting ligaments."

I also noticed a glass of water on the bedside table, which I promptly got up to have a drink. After having a glass of water, I touched my right shoulder to check if it was hurting, then I released a sigh of relief when it didn’t hurt anymore. The pain I felt when I fell onto the car floor was the worst moment of my life. The burning pain surged through my shoulder caused so much agony that I must black out.

The cotton parts cleanly… and then my breath stops. Something on his shoulder has split open. A deep, gaping wound, the skin torn wide as if the injury has been forced apart. Thick, dark blood pours down his arm in slow, heavy streams, dripping steadily off his elbow. The edges look swollen and raw, like they were trying to heal before ripping open again. “Oh my God.” I freeze, every muscle locking as shock slams into me. I take a step back, heart hammering. “Holy shit… this… this isn’t a normal cut.” The words slip out in a whisper.

Chapter 2: Weird I checked my shoulder again, I even touched it and pinch it but there was no blood, no wounds, even a scatch. I checked my other shoulder and I found nothing too. It couldn't possibly heal that quick, I saw it bleed. "Bloody Hell," I mumbled. I was more than sure that its nails dug into my shoulder. If I was only imagining things then someone should explain the dried blood here.

And I find myself grateful for it, beyond the worry of why I'm here. I try to push myself up only to be pulled back at my right wrist. A hiss escapes me as my shoulder pulses with pain. I thought I had grown used to the pain inflicted on me on my first day here. The cuts along both arms had decently healed, a long trail of scar tissue still red and angry, but no longer open. The wound on my shoulder, however, regularly rips back open. It was getting better, Lycer had said. But it often bled in small amounts, and I was never able to raise my arm very high. Looking down, my right wrist is held down by one of the straps; they're on this table too. There's a small lock on it. I turn it with my o

Blood poured from my shoulder, soaking my torn clothes and dripping onto the ground. I pressed a trembling hand to the wound, gasping for air as tears streamed down my face. The pain was overwhelming, each pulse of agony sending shockwaves through my body. But there was no time to recover. Another rogue lunged at me, its growl vibrating through my chest. I raised my arms instinctively, shielding my face. “Stop!” I screamed, my voice breaking as my legs gave out beneath me. The world blurred as I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the end. My shoulder throbbed, the blood loss making me lightheaded, and I knew I couldn’t survive another attack.

“You scared the fuck out of me.” “Ouch, ouch.” I hissed in pain. “What’s wrong?” “My shoulder. It hurts.” I wanted to scream. I’d never felt this kind of pain before, like my skin was electrocuted, burned, and cut open. “Shit.” When Knight said shit, I looked where the pain was worse. “It’s spreading.” “What happened?” I saw my shoulder swelling and something like necrotic veins in my skin. “You don’t remember?” I stared at Kailin as my brain tried to process. “Oh, my God. That son of a bitch.”

So bright was it that her blurry vision didn't miss it. Besides that,his white shirt had a line of thin blood creeping from his shoulders. She remembered! Didn't mother say he was shot on the shoulder?? Also he was here in the hospital,to treat the wound. Thinking deeply,one would see that it was the same hand he was using to hold on to Diana. Because of the weight on his weak shoulder,the bandage had torn open and his wound had deepened. The heavy amount of blood soaked his sleeve and dropped bit by bit on Diana's elegant face.