Cracked Bleeding Knuckles Novels & Stories

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

Katerina I've chewed my thumbnail down to the quick. The skin splits, blossoming red. Hissing in pain, I shake my hand out, clenching my fingers. I have to quit this bad habit one of these days. I always do it when I'm stressed. And right now, I am very stressed.

LUCA The walk to the infirmary felt like walking to my execution. Every step echoed too loud in the empty hallway, and Conrad's presence beside me only made it worse. He kept shooting me these worried glances like I might snap again. Maybe I would. My hand throbbed where the skin had split across my knuckles. The cuts weren't deep, but they weren't healing either. That was the problem with moonshine. It fucked with everything, including the supernatural healing that should have kicked in by now.

"I asked you to find an orthopedist, did you manage to see one? Did you get an X-ray?" Martin's suddenly remembered the injury to his hand, he furrowed his brows, feigning an expression of unbearable pain. "I didn't bring the X-ray with me! The emergency department said last night that there's no fracture, but there's a hairline crack in one of the metacarpal bones." A hairline crack? Although it wasn't a fracture, a hairline crack was still not something to take lightly. Patricia cautiously advised, "Try not to use your right hand for the next few days, wait until the crack starts to heal before you use it again."

He cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck until it popped. Then, he grinned. “It’s time for a fucking rematch,”

Let's just leave the world as prettily as we can, alright? She then held my hand up—the hand that was covered with cracks, blisters, and black chilblains from years of collecting garbage, washing dishes, and other miscellaneous odd jobs. My joints and knuckles were large and deformed, and my whole hand felt dry and rough like dead tree bark. Mom sobbed as she slathered a thick layer of the face cream onto my hideous wounds, rubbing frantically and trying to let the oils seep into my skin to smooth out the cracks.

“OOF!” Will groans loudly. The thud sound of Will’s large, yet fragile body hitting the wall echoes through the empty space of the room. I stare at him, waiting for him to admit defeat. He was soaked in his own blood. His body was covered in deep scratches, holes were leaking a thick red fluid from where my claws dug in. I knew for a fact that I had blown his kneecap, broken a wrist, maybe even fractured a few ribs, yet he didn’t admit to his loss.

Selena reached out, holding her hand and she gently smiled at her, feeling grateful that she was right beside her. She took a look at the x-ray scans, understanding what was happening in there and Dr. Jonas Lyn explained, “Your ligaments were completely torn. The blade hit you right in the radiocarpal joint. Huge fracture right there on these bones. It will take around six to seven months to heal and a further six weeks to become strong enough. You’ll still feel a bit of pain, lose grip strength etc. It’s gonna be hard, Cassandra—"

Maybe it was too important for her to get the case reversed. "I'll go to the bathroom to wash my hands. Give me a minute," Ling Yiran said to Yi Jinli. "Sure," said Yi Jinli. Ling Yiran went into the bathroom. The water ran down her hands, making her tension subside a little. Her fingers were not quite the same as before. Some of her knuckles looked a little strange because they had been broken before and she nearly lost them. Even if they looked like they had recovered now, it was difficult, if not impossible, to do certain movements. Her joints often hurt in cold, wet weather.

Like Russian Roulette meet 50 card pick up. They graciously waited for the paid to reside before drawling another one. I currently had broken toes on both feet, broken right knee cap, three broken fingers, broken ribs, collar bone and left shoulder. I could feel my bones setting wrong as my advanced healing took place. Raven was trying to slow down the healing but I knew I would have to rebreak everything. I was coated in sweat from head to toe before they decided it was time for lunch. Apparently causing me pain gave them an appetite.