Burst Blood Vessel In Finger Novels & Stories

I wiped the tears from my eyes with a furious hand, staring down at my wrist. I touched the soft skin with my fingertips, tracing the cobalt veins beneath. There was no festering wound, that ached it oozed dark blood, nor a scarlet sickle etched into my skin.

I cried out; ‘Please! No! Stop!’. I begged, but he just ignored me, my cries and pleading only seemed to encourage him more. Against my better judgment, I looked down and was horrified by what I saw. No wonder what he was doing hurt so much, my arm was starting to turn purple and the pressure build-up was so intense, It felt like my fingers were going to explode! It continued until my whole arm, from fingertip to shoulder started to tingle with painful pins and needles.

Even when the glass touched his skin, he didn't feel anything. The smell of blood had already spread in the private room. He even felt the glass on his arteries through his skin. He just needed to apply some pressure and … Bang!

The glass shattered under my palm with a sickening crack, and pieces rained down into the sink and onto the tiles. A sharp sting shot up my arm. When I pulled my hand back, it was already red. Blood dripped down onto the floorin fat, bright drops. I stood there, breathing hard, my hand throbbing as I watched the streaks of red crawl across my skin. Damn it.

I ask not so happy with the situation. “I think he secures the first floor. He said he finished from our college unfortunately I do not recognize him.” “Jeffrey James?” “I didn't get his last name.” “He is the only Jeffrey on the ground floor.” I gently lift her hand. “Which of the fingers?” “This and this but I think the impact was more on the index finger.” “We are going to see the doctor immediately.” “It’s not that serious.” “Your joking right? Can't you tell there is a blood clot at the tip of your finger?”

"What's so funny? Do you think this violet thing in your finger is a good sight?! You're making me worried sick!" Scheriziel scolded Viishaun. "Here, your excellency. I've brought Amira, our only physician in our humble district." "Your excellency, may I see your finger's condition?" the physician said. "Fortunately, it's not in bad shape since there's no indication of bone fracture. It will swell for a couple of days. Place this ice pack on your finger to help relieve the swelling and pain."

His voice was ringing like a bell in my head, his voice was glued to my head like he was standing right in front of me. “Ouch”. I tear a tissue. I had pierced the pin in my finger a little too hard. I sucked in a breath, pressing more pressure on the bleeding finger, my blood pumping out. “Sarah, focus”. I held the finger a little longer till I could feel the blood stop. It took me more than three minutes to arrange a tiny stroke, something I would have done in less than seconds if I were in the right frame of mind. “One”. “Two”. “Three”.

Not fast enough. The vase shattered against the wall behind me, exploding into a thousand glittering shards, and I felt a sharp sting on my wrist. I looked down and saw two shards embedded in my skin, the blood welling up around them, bright red against my flesh. I stood there for a moment, breathing hard, and then I reached down and gently pulled out the two shards one after the other, dropping them onto the floor. I took the handkerchief from my pocket and tied it around my wrist, pulling it tight enough to stem the bleeding.

Then it pulsed. Thin lines branching outward from a central point beneath her flesh. Veins of shadow spreads slowly, faintly glowing red beneath her skin. That had not been there before. I stepped closer. “What is that?” I demanded. The doctor barely glanced at it. “Subdermal hemorrhaging. Possibly a vascular reaction to trauma.” “It was not there,” I said sharply. He leaned closer this time, frowning. One of the nurses angled a brighter light toward her arm. The dark marking reacted, It shifted. Spreading slightly higher.

Anna went on her knees and gently picked up the frame. She gasps when she saw how badly broken it has become. "Oh my God, how did this happen?" she cried out touching the picture of the broken frame and then a tiny piece of the broken glass pierced her right middle finger. "Ouch" she squealed and threw off the frame on the floor and held her right middle finger tight and blood gushed out.