Bruised Novels & Stories

Scarlett approached with a small tray of medical supplies. “Let me take a look,” she said. She gently examined my ribs, pressing lightly around the injured area. I winced. “Looks like you bruised your ribs,” she said. “Nothing appears to be broken, but you’ll need to be careful for the next few days.” She cleaned the blood from the corner of my lips with a damp cloth before applying a soothing ointment to the bruised area around my ribs. I hissed softly at the sting. “Sorry,” Scarlett said. “It might hurt for a moment.”

Jackson said. “Same here, although it doesn’t surprise me that you’re picking fights again. Some things never change,” Chris replied. “I could say the same about you. However, you didn’t seem to make it out entirely in one piece. Those bruises look like they hurt quite a bit.” Chris felt his head and chest where he had been struck. Those spots were still tender to the touch, but he hadn’t realized that they had bruised. The prison didn’t have any mirrors anywhere so he couldn’t see his face. “Yeah, they do hurt a bit.”

MORDECAI "Holy fuck, who did that?" Brody grilled me as I tried walking to class. Even after a day of healing my neck looked awful. Almost every inch of skin was covered in bruising. The back had clear fingerprints marks, and beneath my jaw were two from thumbs.

I saw the way his gaze perused over me, no doubt seeing if my injures were healing. I still had quite a few ugly bruises all over my body, but the biggest one was on the back of my side. The rest had faded a bit, except for that one. It covered most of my side and was a deep dark purple. I had cringed when I saw it. I still had some swelling and bruising, on my face. As much as I wished Skye could heal me so I could get back to a semblance of feeling normal, I understood why she couldn’t.

"Ouch," I whispered noong nasagi nanaman ang brason ko. Sa harap ko ngayon si Jungle at tinignan niya ako na nakahawak sa aking braso at para bang naaawa siya sa akin kasi panibagong sakit at pasa nanaman. He's not the reason why I have bruise, it's me. Hindi kasi ako sanay tapos wala silang sword na hindi matalim kaya no choice parin.

I declared. I started to feel a bit hot and heavy by the time I entered my room. I am starting to feel my body ache, and I'm guessing it's just fatigue. It was as if I had carried bags of sands to a certain distance. I'm glad that no one asked about the bruise that I got on my jaw. It's just a little bruise from that punch, and it's nothing serious. I'm even more thankful that Ambrose didn't give me a black eye or a broken nose. I don't want to think about it but was he holding back during our fight?

In that moment, she catches a glimpse of her reflection, and a profound sadness washes over her. Once a face that held promise and beauty, it now bears the marks of her ordeal. Bruises adorn the back of her neck, a painful reminder of the violence she endured. Her legs ache, hindering her ability to walk with ease. Each step serves as a physical manifestation of the trauma she has suffered, amplifying the emotional scars that run even deeper.

With a final, agonizing shudder, the transformation is complete. The moonlight is dappled by drifting clouds, casts a faint glow upon the room, revealing the aftermath of the brutal battle. As I gingerly run a hand over my chest, I wince, my fingertips tracing the evidence of the savage struggle. They brush against the purpling bruises that adorn my torso. The welts and contusions, dark against my skin. A deep gash on my forearm, still raw and oozing, throbs with each heartbeat. My chest rises and falls with measured breaths, and I can’t help but twist my face as I shift my weight, the pain a constant companion. The muscles beneath my skin protest with every movement. My lower lip bears a sp

SMACK! Red, swollen welts had erupted across my skin, each one throbbing with pain. My bones ached from the countless areas where they had puffed up, and I couldn't even begin to fathom how many bruises had formed. The sight of my body was a gruesome one, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was also a slight, unnoticed trickle of blood seeping out from my battered body.

Everything hurts like a bitch and I roll onto my back and groan. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. Very slowly, I move my arms and make sure nothing is broken. My ribs are killing me and I'm pretty sure they're bruised. Lightly pressing my fingers to my ribcage, I grit my teeth, and make sure they're all intact. Doesn't feel like any broke, so I guess that's a good thing. The one bright side in this shitty situation.