Deku Injuries Novels & Stories

"We protect each other. That's how this works." "I'm still learning how to be an us instead of a me." "So am I." We stayed like that until Marcus appeared in the doorway, looking exhausted but satisfied. "There you are. How bad?" "We'll heal," Skyler said. "Everyone else?" "Minor injuries mostly. Cole took the worst of it—dislocated shoulder, deep lacerations. But he'll be fine." Marcus's expression turned serious. "We need to debrief. Once you're both cleared by Maya, meet me at Chrome & Fang. The pack deserves to hear what happened directly from you two."

Chapter 68 THE COMMOTION stopped. Thanks for the presence of the young lady Keesha Monteverde. The two young master are now calm however their faces are somewhat marked by a violet bruises. The face of Jostein De Vere has a bruise to his lips are cheeks—while Caleb Rothschild has many painful bruises from his face down to his stomach. Jostein hissed when Keesha puts an antiseptic to his wound brought by the impact of his cousin’s strong punch to his lips. It is bleeding inside and he don’t mind the pain.

Riven “Dex?” I said, surprised, still dazed from the near-miss. “Are you okay?” Dex asked, staring at me with clear worry etched across his face. He helped me stand, but the moment I put weight on my right ankle, a sharp, blinding pain shot up my leg. I hissed, nearly collapsing again. It was fractured — I could feel it. The kind of deep, grinding hurt that made my vision swim. I quickly shoved the hospital test results deeper into my bag before Dex could see anything. The last thing I needed was him asking questions about what was really wrong with me.

“When when last spoke and I told you I hadn’t received injuries I wasn’t lying. We had a freak accident nothing that we could have predicted or accounted for. They misplaced truck and the ground was too wet under it. When a second vehicle moved out while they were moving a skid of equipment into place. The earth under the rear wheels shifted off the back of the truck in seconds and I was beneath it. The skid was no longer full but heavy enough to break my femur and three ribs. We had a healer there, so they patched me up. The planes needed several repairs that would take days. I didn’t want them to take time away from the repairs to take me to a healing center then it would take longer to ge

Unfortunately, it didn’t change yours to be exposed like that. The only thing that kept me from reporting the other attacks to the council was the fact that they retreated before you could cause grave harm. Declan wasn’t that lucky. You fractured three of his ribs and bruised two others on his left side. One of those broken ribs resulted in a collapsed lung. He also had numerous bite marks that had to be flushed out with antibiotics before being stitched closed. We had to hospitalize him at Crimson General for three days before we could keep him in the medical wing for ten to allow everything to heal enough that we could remove the stitches. I walked him back to his territory just two days a

The file was nearly a year old and had a lot of pictures included. He had been hit dozens of times with the buckle end of a silver lined belt. He had an extensive second degree burn on his left thigh that had been allowed to become infected and he had evidence of being injected with multiple drugs. Alpha Black ended up putting him in the ICU for a week when it was discovered that he had both silver and blood poisoning.

"Hiss—" Stella frowned and slapped the back of Keegan's hand. "Of course, it hurts! Would it hurt if I touched your wound?" The injury on Stella's elbow was the same as the one on Keegan's head. It was made during the cruise. Not only did Stella hurt her elbow, but she also injured her knees.

Later, lying awake, she would try to reconstruct the decision and find that there wasn't one — not a decision, exactly, more like the absence of a decision to leave, the same category of involuntary as the foot under the cafeteria table, the same thing her body did when it chose warmth without consulting the parts of her that made choices. She sat. She put her glass on the table. She curled her legs up under her in the chair the way she sat when she wasn't thinking about sitting. Derek did not look up. He turned a page. The sound of it was very distinct in the quiet kitchen. She looked at what he was reading — she could see the header of the right-hand page from here, large enough to make ou

Debra was relieved and interlocked fingers with him. Andrew commented, "Debra was only injected once, so the nerve damage should be minimal. We'll find a solution together." Erica huffed, "Drake deserves worse than having his house burned down. We should declare war on the Lowe family. I don't believe he can get away with this in our territory."

the doctor continued, gesturing toward Remo’s face, “Severe swelling. We’re monitoring for internal bleeding, but so far there’s no cranial hemorrhage.” Every word slammed straight into my chest, like someone had taken my heart and wrapped their hands around it. “Both hands show signs of repeated impact,” he went on, “Several broken metacarpals. Defensive injuries on the forearms. Deep bruising across the shoulders and back. Muscle trauma consistent with repeated strikes.” Repeated. I tasted blood where my teeth cut into my cheek. “There’s also abdominal bruising,” he added, “Likely kicks. We’ve ruled out organ rupture, but his liver enzymes are elevated. He took a beating.”