Burst Blood Vessel In Finger Novels & Stories

The decision settled in my chest like a stone heavy but certain. A deep breath filled my lungs as I readied myself to exit the shower. During my movement my fingers unexpectedly made contact with the area between my legs— I found myself suddenly immobilized without warning. An entity of thermal comfort. My pulse spiked. My stomach twisted violently as I pulled my hand back staring down at my fingers. Blood. My fingertips displayed a thin red streak that stood out dramatically against my pale skin. My gaze remained fixed while my cognitive functions failed to interpret the visual input before me. The substance before him appeared minimal yet it unmistakably constituted blood.

God, help me! This time without closing her eyes she pricked her finger and immediately she could see her blood. Happily, she picked her pipette to collect the blood. It took her a minute to realize that she had not done a bold prick and the blood was coming from three different spots on the same part of the finger. Instead of blood coming because of one bold prick like Nazia, Ria was getting blood because of three different pricks she had done.

"It's okay, my love, you're strong, remember?" So much blood. I urgently needed to stop that bleeding, but I couldn't figure out where it was coming from, from the arm, of course, but it seemed to be coming from nowhere. I remembered something I learned in one of the early classes in college: the artery. I shoved my hand inside the wound, and she groaned in pain. I don't know how I was managing to do it, but I tried to keep all emotions out of me and continue. I searched through all that blood in her arm and managed to locate the ruptured artery and squeezed it with my fingers. I looked at my daughter, and she was almost closing her eyes.

Raina~ Fuck, I looked down at my injured finger which has formed a slight cut on it, with little blood oozing out. I sighed and took my finger in my mouth to stop the blood. Ughhh. I open the first aid box and applied ointment to it. Thank God it's my left hand's finger. I can still do my work. I sighed and went back to chop the vegetables with a new knife.

Too tight. I followed the shaking outline of her fingers to her wrist. And there was blood. It wasn’t gushing. But it was steady. Thin, clean lines down the inside of her forearm. The kind of injury that came from quiet, determined pain. Not a cry for help. But release.

I hissed as the sharp end of the needle pricked my finger. The blood that dripped from the small injury annoyed me for some reason but I paid no mind to it, instead I sucked the finger into my mouth, wincing at the bitter metallic taste of blood. As expected the moment I pulled out my finger there was no more blood coming from the injury, the only thing that remained was a numbness to that finger but I didn’t let it deter me.

James continued, “When he was young, he suffered a gunshot injury to his knee. Although the operation was a success, there were lingering effects. On rainy days, he suffers excruciating pain even from a gentle collision.” “Besides, his blood gas level is extremely high as there are too many nutrients in his body. With the deterioration of his blood vessels, however, he’s no longer able to withstand it, and his blood vessels have burst as a result. If I’m not mistaken, he had just undergone an operation to restore his blood vessels three months ago. James’ words astonished the Hills. He even knew of the operation three months ago.

“Is that real? Does the blood really come out like that? In, like, a… spray?” He didn’t tell me to look away. He didn’t change the channel. He just shifted on the couch, pulling me a little closer. “Yeah, buddy,” he said, his voice calm, matter-of-fact. “It can.” His finger, warm and calloused, touched the side of my neck, right under my ear. “See, if you cut right here, where this big pulse is, it’s like hitting a water main. It gushes.” He traced a line down. “Here, it’s slower and messier. Here…” He pressed a spot near my collarbone. “that’s a real bad one. Takes longer.”