Burst Blood Vessel In Finger Novels & Stories

I rip my shirt open and I see water rolling down my body as if it's a hot summer's day. Something catches my eye. My veins start turning black , and like almost black blood begins to flow up to my arms. Standing up , I limp to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. The pain begins to double and triple - I hold onto the sink. The black blood or substance travels through every vein in my body, even the eye vein - turning the whites of my eyes black. I feel it flow as it leaves a trail of pain behind. My teeth begin to hurt and I begin to loose conciousness as the pain becomes unbearable.

The night sky was too starry and even the moon is at its full when I went home if I could remember, How did thunder suddenly appear? Hopeless about the situation, I just tried picking up the pieces of the broken glass and emptying them into my trash bin, and while keeping at it, I recklessly cut myself. The sting made me suck into it but it is a bit deep that's why the bleeding won't stop. Witnessing my blood drips off from my finger, I immediately took the two dice with my bleeding hand to keep at the table But as they both nestle in my hand an electrifying reaction jolts me, leaving my hand having the burning feeling.

*BANG*. Another one. This time in my chest. The pain was excruciating, a burning sensation that spread through me like wildfire. I felt my muscles twitch, my body jerking uncontrollably as blood gushed from the wound. It was thick, warm, and soaking through my fingers as I instinctively pressed them against the hole in my chest, trying to stop the blood—trying to stop it all. But it was useless.

ARIEL I screamed again, my voice echoing off the walls as I stared at my hand. The blood was still there, thick and bright, running over my fingers like a curse I couldn’t wash away. My whole palm throbbed. The pain was sharp and real, not fading at all. "What the hell is happening?" I gasped, clutching my wrist as the tears blurred my vision.

Huh? Ravi stepped forward to get a closer look at Raymond's bloody hand. There was a long line of thick red blood oozing from Raymond's palm, and dark red stains surrounded the wound, indicating an old injury that had reopened. Ravi grabbed Raymond's wrist and then asked him, "What happened to your hand? I remember you've never been injured there before."

A sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I glanced around, my eyes landing on the only other person in the vicinity - him. As I shifted my gaze towards the source of the wetness on my hand, a mix of shock and disbelief washed over me. The sight that met my eyes was both disturbing and perplexing. The blood, crimson and glistening, was pouring out from the very spot where my clenched fist had made contact with him, repeatedly and with unyielding force. A deep sense of confusion enveloped my thoughts as I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation. How could a mere series of punches result in such a profuse and relentless flow of blood from his arm?

“Why are you so careless?” Silvia glanced at her finger and felt her heart aching. There was a saying that the ten fingers were connected to the heart. At this time, Silvia felt that her heart was also hurting, and she bit her lips fiercely. Rosaline helped her to sit on the sofa outside, then hurried to get some gauze, alcohol disinfectant, and so forth to help her bandage her finger. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and the bleeding stopped quickly, or they would’ve had to go to the hospital.

She drops, and I squeezed the heart between my fist. Another fat zombie rush to me but I land a hard blow on it chest, the zombie thuds on the ground and I quickly got on top of him. He pierces his finger into my ribs, but I feel numb at the moment, not minding how much blood I'm loosing at the moment.

Puff! Blood splashed everywhere. The skin of Chu Xun's five fingers had been split, revealing the bones and the blood-red tendons inside. Sweat broke out on Chu Xun's forehead, and his eyes grew bloodshot. He was in so much pain that his pupils dilated and his whole body was trembling violently. He cut the skin and flesh of the five fingers on his left hand. The ten fingers were closely connected to one's heart, so Chu Xun felt extremely painful.

‘After all his friend passed through, he should be a good person’. As the vase collided with the wall, an acute piece of the ceramic as it broke apart, sliced beneath his right eye, revealing the whitish insides of his body which was immediately covered by red blood that gushed out of the three centimeters long injury. Another piece as the vase collided with the wall, peeled away the nails of his middle finger entirely, leaving a murky but fleshy lump of red flesh in its place. “Fuck!” Harold cried out as he dropped what remained of the vase to the floor. He held the finger which had experienced the bruise, not minding the blood that poured out of his eye in cascades.