Damaged Novels & Stories

She asks impatiently. “Damian is lying on his right side. His father is holding him instead of relying upon a traumatic restraining system rendering his right arm inaccessible. His right leg, while accessible, has been damaged by the accident. He has an open wound halfway down his shin and any hit hard enough to split the skin has a high potential to also have a break. His left arm, based on the swelling alone, is broken and circulation to his left ankle has been compromised by your attempt to establish an IV.” “How has it been compromised?” Kim has yet to let go of her attitude.

The image of her almost dead face was permanently etched in my brain, and I was never going to forget it. "How bad?" Damian grilled, slightly pushing off my support and walking by himself despite being weak and recovering. "Answer me," He growled when I remained quiet. "She had a major crack in the cranium, and a part of her brain is swollen and..." I trailed off, unable to continue. Every time I saw her broken body, it pained my soul. "And?" Damian demanded. "She suffered from severe burns on her left side, especially her left hand. The doctor says it could be permanently damaged and might need amputation.

It f​elt like⁠ a memory—a relic of a past that‌ had b​een systema⁠ti‌cally erased by the events o‍f t​he last few hours. "The‍ salvage team says the dama​ge to the mainframe i‍s perma​n​en‍t,"​ D⁠amien said,‍ his voice​ quiet. H​e didn‌'t turn to​ l‌ook⁠ at her. "The ship is a total loss. We’ll be p‌aying out‌ fo‍r th⁠e cargo an‍d the vessel fo​r years to come."

Damien took a deep slash across his chest protecting Kael from a surprise attack. They barely made it to the base of the Science Tower, both badly wounded. The Breaking Serena rushed down to meet them, Liora staying hidden on the roof with protective wards. Seeing both her mates bleeding and poisoned, Serena’s heart broke. She poured the last of her magic into healing them, but it wasn’t enough. The Eclipse poison was resistant. Kael, fighting the pain, pulled her close. “We got the supplies. That’s what matters.” Damien, leaning against the wall, smiled weakly. “We’re still here. That’s enough.”

He rubbed his face with his left hand before squinting at the wall clock in the bedroom. “How are you feeling?” I had been staring at his hand, so his question startled me. “I’m good. Much better than last night.” I think I was already 95% back to normal. Just a little nauseous, but it would probably go away soon. Damian seemed to notice me looking at his hand. “It’s just a hairline fracture. Nothing serious.” I took a breath, biting my lip. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” “For everything.” “What exactly did you do wrong?”

Police lights flashed through the broken glass. Marcus had called them. Three men down. Obasi’s logo on their jackets. Damien was bleeding from his arm. "You're hit," Zara said. Panic in her voice. "It's nothing." Marcus was already ripping his shirt. "Hold this," he told her. Pressed fabric to Damien’s arm. Zara’s hands shook. One man bleeding for her. One man bandaging him. POV: DAMIEN Hospital. Again. Stitches. Statement. Photos.

he said, trying to make her stop crying, but it made Purple cry even harder. "I was so.... so scared and w-worried about you. You are very bad.... " she cried, " I hate you, Vance! I hate you. How could you do this to me . How can you get injured "she cried even more. "Love, I'm sorry... I would never do this again. I am sorry. Please don't cry... " Vance said, trying to move her so that he could wipe her tears, but she didn't budge. She hugged him even more tightly. It hurt on his left side and almost made him wince in pain, but he pressed his lips, making sure that no sound could escape from his lips.

But he regretted his choice when he stepped inside the kitchen. The kitchen was a mess. There were flour, opened packets and tins on the slab and floor. And the middle of these he spotted a crouched little frame on the floor. Ricky was picking up the scattered pieces of a broken mug, with flour all over his body and some in hair. "Oh Neal! Don't worry haha." "What happened? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. They put all these things where I can't reach, you know. I always end up like this." Ricky said annoyed.

They coughed as black smoke engulfed them both, the heat from the explosion piercing their already tender skin. Damien stood up with great difficulty as the smoke began to clear, letting him see the damage that was done to his home. He stood up with great difficulty as he bled from his leg, holding his now blackened wall to support himself. He was leaving when he saw his attacker laying on the floor, with a huge piece of the table lodged in his leg. Damien was about to leave him there when he called out to him.

Another fucking disaster. The Floral shirt I wore was already torn in several places. It was a mess. My shorts were still in one piece but the sand had found its way to some very awkward places. I'd bet half my life there was sand in my ass. I dusted the sand on my short blonde hair on impulse. There was sand everywhere. The sand wasn't the most annoying part. My phone was in my pocket and bringing it out revealed a nasty break across the screen. It was dead. I tossed it angrily at the open sea aiming for nothing in particular. The sound of the device hitting the water was muffled away by the waves.