Burst Blood Vessel In Finger Novels & Stories

But the ground was trembling so violently that the glass vial slipped from my hand and crashed on the floor, breaking into pieces and spilling her blood. I let out a short scream of frustration and bent down, trying to use my finger to dab up the blood. I managed to get more of the blood on my finger and quickly stood up to press it against the glass that had reappeared. But when I pressed my skin against the glass, I realized I had made a big mistake—some of the broken glass from the vial had gotten stuck on my finger and when I touched the glass, it pierced through my skin, causing my own blood to flow and press on the glass instead.

Her pale finger instantly turned purple, and blood oozed out of her nail folds. Charmine furrowed her brows in pain as she felt that sharp, stinging pain coming from the tip of her finger. The pain stretched out to her heart, so much so that even her heart was in agony.

The injury was deep, almost to the bone, and the blood flowed freely from the wound, forming a crimson pool on the cold, stone floor. The blood seemed to pulsate with every beat of Liam's heart, like a grotesque reminder of his own mortality. The wound throbbed with a fiery pain that shot up his arm, making it difficult to use his hand. His fingers felt numb and unresponsive as if they belonged to someone else. Despite the agony, Liam refused to stop.

He explained to me while still holding my one hand. I continued to stare at my reflection for another long minute. The veins under my eyes throbbed and I could see them pulsating with every second passing by. When I lowered my glance at my nose, blood seeped out and covered the sink that I stood nearby. I placed my hand over my nose, stopping the blood from spreading but it didn't stop. It dripped down my fingers and left a trail over my arms. Though, I didn't feel any pain.

The fist hit the tree again. The knuckles were already gone—not bruised, not bloodied, gone. White bone showed through where the skin had split and peeled back. The middle finger had snapped sideways on the last punch, hanging at an angle that made the stomach turn. Blood ran down the bark in thick streams, pooling at the roots, soaking into dirt that had turned black. Another punch. The crack wasn't wood breaking. It was bone. The ring finger this time, folding backward until it touched the back of the hand. The person didn't stop. Didn't even slow down.

Pouring some water in the sink I start washing the first cup when I begin to feel funny, something is going on in my body and I have to hold on to the sink with one hand. My fingers start to hurt really bad and the cup I was holding in my hand gets crushed in my palm, seeing the water get coated red when suddenly long, sharp claws slip out from my fingers and everything around me is coated in a golden color. It's painful and I can't hold on to the sink any longer when I fall back to the ground with a thud. Hearing heavy footsteps rushing over to where I'm laying in pain on the floor and trying to get some air down my lungs. Holding my jaw shut tight to prevent myself from screaming out the p

Suddenly, soemthing happened that muddled him; something confusing. A blood dropped to his red garment. And when he looked, he discovered his finger was bleeding.

Unable to resist his emotions any longer, he raised his hand and punched the flowerbed. Blood oozed from his hand, streaming down between his fingers. Drip. Drip. Drip.

she replied. Clutching tightly at her arm, he then said, “Listen to me, Vee. I need you to use your hand and work with me to bandage your wound.” Vivian had already calmed down after getting used to the darkness. She knew there were a lot of arteries and veins in the human thighs. Once injured, it might lead to massive blood loss and eventually, death. She did not want to die yet, or at least, she did not want to die here. She asked calmly, “Is it an artery or a vein?”

I immediately sucked the blood on my finger and Beth's eyes grew bigger at what I did. "What are you doing?!"Beth asked me emphatically. "I suck to stop the bleeding" I replied. "Do you have a Vampire blood?,"she asked me again "Calm down,Beth.I know what I'm doing, okay?" I replied to her. She sighed at what I said.I was disgusted with myself as to why I was careless.The bleeding on my finger stopped but it was still painful.I just couldn't stop the pain.But i still brought the food to put down on the table.