Burst Blood Vessel In Finger Novels & Stories

He mutters under his breath and walks back to his room. I peel off the oversize jacket and make my way into the small kitchen to prepare dinner. But, it is so hard to concentrate when all that I see in my mind’s eye is the James mother. I don’t know what kind of state I would find my pack when I get back, and now all my effort are proving futile. Sudden pain brings me back to the present. I look down at my hand to see blood flowing out of my index finger. “Fuck.” I hiss, hurriedly dipping my hand into a bowl of water. The content of the bowl turns red immediately. My stomach churns when I see the exposed bone of my finger. I sigh, another scar.

Andy slowly opens his, immediately aware of the throbbing pain in his head. Lifting a hand to the area that is the most painful, he feels dried blood around a small gash. When he looks at his fingers, there is a bit of fresh blood, as well. He will probably need a stitch or two to cloe the wound. But that is the very least of his worries.

That final foot would never land. The hand gripping the sword began to shake. At first, just a faint tremor in the knuckles. Then his entire hand convulsed violently, like an old man too frail to hold a teacup steady. He stared down at his own hand, his pupils shrinking to needlepoints. Black veins erupted beneath his skin, starting from his fingertips. They didn't surface from the outside. They leaked upward from within his blood vessels, every dark line spreading along the pathways of his veins.

She stood with a bored look on her face as she stabbed herself continuously. The knife seems to burn at her skin, making her woozy as she continued to Pierce and slash at her wrist but she didn't care... Dominica has always seen life as a game of chess!! "I heard Applying pressure helps reduce the amount of blood loss and gives you time to seek medical attention. A ruptured varicose vein may not stop bleeding, and without medical attention may result in a serious amount of blood loss. Excessive blood loss can, of course, be a very serious problem that can even lead to death."She says robotically as she stared at him coldly..

He moved the edge over her neck painfully slow before pressing it to her throat promisingly. "Do you know the most fragile vein is located around here? It's directly connected to the artery in charge of pumping most of the blood that's being circulated through out the body. One puncture and you will bleed to death" He told her teasingly as he continued to work the knife further before moving it away to stare back at her reaction and it was overly satisfying as the corner of his lip pulled up in a little smile before his expression turned dark yet again.

He had cut his finger while chopping pepper. "Shit! Why weren't you careful?" I blamed him as I subconsciously took his hand and blew a gentle breeze on it, but the bleeding didn't stop. "You are still bleeding... What do we do?" I felt like crying as I freaked out at the blood on his finger. I didn't know why I was suddenly so emotional, but I felt a sting in my heart and it hurt so much.

Still listening. When he suddenly laughed after I recounted another fight they had, my mind went blank at the sight. He looked so… A small flutter came to my belly followed by a sharp pain “Shit,” I hissed immediately. I looked down at the blood emerging from my finger. Because I'd lost space it slipped against the knife. Serves me for being careless. Warm skin grasped mine. My breath hitched as he turned to face me up close, his hands cradling my finger.

I know I have a slight concussion from the blow to my head, but that’s the least of our worries right now. Cori is now resting on my bed, her breathing shallow. I carefully sit down near her injured fingers and slowly remove the wrap she put on it while I was out cold. This time Fernandez cut off her pinky finger. The severed digit has ragged skin hanging from the wound and the knot of string Fernandez used before cutting it off is still tied around the base.

If it works, the blood will work slowly, and hopefully, the deep cut will be gone within a day or two. As soon as blood oozes onto my finger, I spread it across her injured cheek and then along any other little spots I can see. My father’s voice softens. “Let’s hope it will work. We won’t know until maybe tomorrow.” I nod and run my bloody finger across to her injured cheek again. A little more blood won’t hurt. My finger suddenly stops, and I look a little closer at the gouge. This can’t be true. I must be seeing things.

ARIA The warm blood spatted on my left cheek, the metallic smell filling up my nostrils instantly. I sighed out as she wailed in pain, her loud noise, a nuisance to my ears. She used her left hand to hold her now four fingered right hand tenderly as the blood gushed out. Her mouth was wide and her eyes were raw with unshed tears. I looked down at the butchered little finger on the floor and tsked at the amount of blood that gushed out of it.