Comfortably Numb Pulse Novels & Stories

She checked her other hand and confirmed that her pulse was indeed more stable than before. Since she was poisoned half a month ago, Mable had been checking her pulse every day. Each time, her pulse was chaotic, making it impossible to grasp. However, it miraculously stabilized today. Mable looked at herself in the mirror. Her complexion did not look much different from a few days ago. How could there be such a difference in her pulse? Furthermore, why did she suddenly get so dizzy earlier? Mable went back to the ward and rested on the bed for a while, checking her pulse again. Although it was still erratic, it was much better than before...

I choose some relaxing instrumental music and plug in my earbuds. After the bath, I put on a very comfy silk robe and lie on my bed. I grab my phone and call Mom. “How did your therapy go today?” I ask. “I feel great, Alayna. The numbness in my left hand and fingertips has decreased. It’s amazing.” “That’s so great to hear.”

Their spine turned numb from the agonizing pain from just his grip that kept getting tighter. Their elbows went numb from the agonizing jitter. Unfortunately, he didn't stop. In fact, his grip got tighter with each second crushing their bones even more refined powder. The blood vessels began to burst from the pressure. Their eyes turned blood-red and their veins on their foreheads popped out.

I could feel as his comforting presence tried to soothe me inside while allowing me to get it out of my system. I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, but soon I could feel myself begin to calm down inside once more; the numbness starting to freeze itself back over as the seconds ticked by. It was a now familiar feeling I was becoming accustomed to. Something that felt better than the pain at least. But, as my mind began to clear, I became painfully aware of the fact Cai and I were still touching.

“Are you disappointed it’s not more obvious yet?” “Your arm Luca.” He sat down and rolled up his sleeve, extending his arm. “Go ahead. Do your job.” I wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his bicep, my fingers brushing against his skin as I positioned it correctly. He was warm—warmer than normal—and I could feel the rhythm of his pulse beneath my fingertips. “This might feel a little tight,” I murmured, beginning to pump the cuff. “I can handle it.” I tried to focus on the gauge, but I was distracted by the way he was watching me. There was definitely purple in his hair now, and I had to resist the urge to reach up and—

Too still. “Nina,” I whispered. “Hey. Look at me.” Nothing. My heart ached I could barely breath. “Again,” the doctor said. “Compress—” “No pulse,” someone said. The words didn’t register. “Again,” I ordered. Hands pressed into her chest. Once. Twice. Too slow. “Sie—” “Do it again.” The monitor stayed flat.

Nick was analyzing me. "I don't really like that feeling... of tingling, at least as far as I know, I don't like not having control over what I can and can't do," I said seriously, looking at the drawings, they're beautiful. "Yeah, I know, it's a paradox... I don't like the feeling when my leg or arm goes numb and I have to get up or use my arm to write." I try to explain, and then I close my fingers, strain my muscles, and feel the cords run and tighten more. "So I don't know how I'm going to feel when it happens in the middle of the game." Nick held my chin with his fingertips and I lifted my face.

My vision is a blur as I open my eyes for the first time in who knows how long? My body feels numb, my head pounding like someone was currently using a hammer on it. My throat dry, and breathing felt like it was burning my lungs. I try to observe my surroundings, doing my best to blink away the haziness from my gaze. I make out the machine at the side of the bed which seemed to read my heart rate and pulse. A pipe connected to my hand, transfusing blood into my system.

"This-" Qassim's eyes were filled with disbelief. But this was just the beginning. After using the comprehensive diagnostic method on Howser, Liam frowned. He still could not identify the root cause of Howser's ailment. It seemed as if there was nothing wrong with Howser's body, even though his lower half was completely numb. Liam narrowed his eyes. The next moment, he clasped Howser's wrist with a sudden grip. 'Pulse Meridian Method' from the 'Compendium of Pulses'!

A smile of relief displayed on her face. “I can’t..say..no—“ I paused. The doctor waited for my response. “Pain...numbness...that’s how I feel.” I replied. “I’ll run a quick check on your vitals.” The female doctor bend over to check me. “How is she?” The stranger asked after some seconds of total silence. “She’s lucky. Her pulse is strong, a bit fast and she seems to be breathing well.” The doctor placed a hand on my forehead. “Her temperature is normal and her color is better now.” She answered.