Broken Blood Vessels On Shoulders After Working Out Novels & Stories

I stopped breathing. The silver scar across his collarbone was longer than I had imagined, raised and pale against the rest of him. It cut diagonally from the base of his throat toward his shoulder like a permanent reminder of a blade that had not been careful. Below it the hard planes of his chest and stomach were marked with older evidence. Faded lines. The faint map of healed breaks along his ribs. His arms flexed as he dropped the shirt, and the wrist tattoos shifted over bone and tendon that had clearly been damaged once and forced to heal wrong.

The day summer break started after my third year of college, Mom and Dad drove over in their SUV to pick us up. My older sister, Janet Gould, helped carry the luggage. My younger brother, Harvey Gould, clung to Mom and soaked up her attention. When I carried my duffel bag downstairs, they stared at me in shock. None of them recognized me. "Liam, is that you? How did you lose so much weight?" Mom looked me over, her expression hard to read. For a moment, I thought she was worried about me. But then she suddenly frowned. "You're not sick, are you? We don't have health insurance for you." Janet looked at me with disgust. "Did you lose all that weight just to compete with Harvey for attent

Made him look at me. His expression was carefully blank. But his nose was bleeding. Slow and steady. "It's nothing," he said. "Get off me." "Remi—" "Get OFF me. Right now." He pulled back. Sat up. Pressed his fingers to his nose. The bleeding was already slowing. But I could see it. The mark on his shoulder. The four lines from the creature's claws. They looked darker than before. The black veins that spread from them reaching further than yesterday.

Ribs—at least two cracked, maybe more. My right shoulder feels dislocated, hanging at an odd angle that sends lightning bolts of pain through my arm whenever I try to move it. Bruises bloom across my torso like grotesque flowers, purple and black and yellow, marking every place they found to hurt me. But I'm alive. Battered, broken, barely conscious, but alive. And that means I can still fight. Something feels different about my ankle, though—wrong in a way that has nothing to do with the fresh bruises and cuts.

Their spine turned numb from the agonizing pain from just his grip that kept getting tighter. Their elbows went numb from the agonizing jitter. Unfortunately, he didn't stop. In fact, his grip got tighter with each second crushing their bones even more refined powder. The blood vessels began to burst from the pressure. Their eyes turned blood-red and their veins on their foreheads popped out.

SLAM. By the middle of the first period, my whole body was screaming in pain. My left shoulder was badly bruised, and every single breath I took felt like a sharp knife poking my chest. They were trying to tire me out completely. They wanted to break my bones so I could not skate fast or use my quick moves anymore.

While squinting out into my black surrounds, I swayed back and forth and mentally went over each bodily component one by one. Following a cursory assessment, my shoulder ached, and I knew it was bothering me. The ankle was a little swollen but it’s nothing to worry about, it just appeared to be broken. My hand reached towards the back of my neck. I felt the curves of my head once more the injury, my eyes were drawn to a flare.

The air began to run out, my vision blurred, and my mind gave way, shutting down. The cold penetrated my bones, and my body shuddered uncontrollably, slowly bringing me back to my harsh reality. My muscles were so tense that my whole body was numb. My fingers throbbed as if they were about to explode, and painful currents extended from there to my arms, joining on the left side with the pain that consumed my shattered shoulder.

My shoulder was aching painfully. A loud growl ripped through the air, and I felt something push my attacker off me. I couldn't see but I could hear a fight going on. Biting, growling and the sounds of bones breaking. The smell of blood filled the air and then silence. I tried to sit up, but my neck and shoulder were burning up.

But it was obvious they could tell what had happened. There were literal drops of blood trailing behind me. I couldn’t even raise my voice or find the strength to glare at them when they stared. I was just so tired. By some miracle, I made it back to my chambers before collapsing onto the couch, groaning loudly from the pain. The silver had done its damage. My shoulder wasn’t just bleeding, it was burning, the wound already turning an angry shade of black around the edges. The creature’s claws had been bad enough, but this… this was worse.