Burst Blood Vessel In Throat の小説・ストーリー

In the end, it would burst out of the vessel, and Vincent’s condition would become more severe. Therefore, Thomas had to solve the problem before the gas burst out of the blood vessel. After Thomas temporarily blocked the gas, he started to repair other blood vessels of Vincent. He restored the ‘blood paths’ to the normal position. This operation had been carried out for nearly two hours. During this time, Vincent’s thigh kept bellying up, and it looked like a balloon that was fully pumped. It seemed that it would blow up anytime. Thomas knew that the vessel that contained the gas almost could not hold it.

Everything was over and he made sure of it by clawing at his neck. Blood vessels burst. Garth's blood spilled everywhere. Screams and cries erupted. Cora was hysterical. "Garth!" Usher froze. He saw Garth's body crumple to the ground, his face covered in Garth's blood. *

I asked, needing answers. "Your brother suffered from an Arterial bleed. It is very common amongst gunshot victims. They can prove to be fatal, as they are hard to detect. We believe the first gunshot to his abdomen managed to nick one of his larger arteries. Normally, the cut wouldn't have caused any damage, but we believe that the second shot was what caused the damage. As the bullet fractured, severing the vein. It wasn't picked up in our original scans, as the bleed itself was located in a hard-to-reach area, behind the spine. We believe that he may have been bleeding for a while now. But the shift in his posture earlier is what made it more severe. This is why he stopped breathing and b

“There are deep bruises on her breasts, caused by extremely forceful groping. Her entire body is almost blue, even torn at several sensitive spots and places both front and back. It looks like her whole body was directly hit by some kind of massive force.. Like a monster water jet or something.. Also her..” The doctor suddenly stopped talking when he saw the man’s face darken like that of an asura! “Also what?” he asked through clenched teeth “Ahem!,” the doctor cleared his throat, then pushed his specks up before continuing “Her tonsils were completely swollen and infected, there are some grave injuries on the inner lining of the throat as well and these injuries have been caused by..” He p

Blood poured from the gaping wound. He tried to call for help, but when he lifted his head, he lifted the zombie head clamped onto his neck as well. The corpse was still chewing. It gnawed wildly at the flesh of his throat, tearing through lymph nodes, muscles, and arteries. "Raarh! Raarh!" Theo opened his mouth, and blood bubbled out with every breath. From the shape of his lips, it was clear what he was trying to say. Help me. Help me.

Clearing his throat, he got rid of his mask and parted his lips to speak. "Well, Err...it was touch and go for a while there. The bullet hit just near the collarbone, which is...a really tricky spot. You’ve got major blood vessels there, like the subclavian artery and vein—if those had been torn, well, things could’ve gone very differently. It also came dangerously close to the nerves controlling the arm and even the lungs. When you brought her in, she’d lost a lot of blood and was struggling to breathe... it was pretty dire.

I took a big gulp, wanting to show him how happy I was, how ready I was to be his wife. But something was wrong. The liquid burned going down my throat, and not in the familiar tingle of my apple allergy. This was different. This was fire spreading through my chest, making it impossible to breathe. "Lu..." I tried to say his name, but no sound came out. My throat was closing, sealing shut like someone was strangling me from the inside. I dropped the glass and it shattered on the floor, the sound echoing through the room as I fell to my knees. My hands flew to my throat, clawing at my neck as if I could somehow tear it open and let the air in.

My breath catches hard in my throat, and then the pain comes. It starts on my collarbone, just beneath the brand Draven left—a burn that sizzles upward like a blade dragging itself through marrow. It eats through tendon and bone like acid kissed by fire. My eyes roll back for a beat, vision flashing white, but I don’t black out. I refuse to. I force myself to stay. I rip my shirt down and stare. A mark blazes across the hollow of my throat. It wasn’t there before. Couldn’t have been. Not unless it was buried inside me—waiting for blood to dig it out.