Do Ears Bleed When Pierced Novels & Stories

His voice trails off, and he suddenly squeezes his eyes shut, his face contorted with agony. He presses his hands to his ears, and I gasp when I see that his nose is bleeding. "Rhydar? What's wrong?" I ask, reaching for him, bewildered. When he doesn't respond, I reach into his mind, and that's when a loud static noise fills my head. I pull away instantly, my chest heaving. Finally, Rhydar lowers his hands from his ears. My eyes go wide when I see that his ears are bleeding too.

My hands flew to my ears, but it was too late. The scream burrowed into my skull like fire-tipped needles. A splitting pressure built behind my ears, hot and unbearable. Then, pop. Agony. Blinding, red-hot, liquid agony. I felt it before I saw it: warm fluid pouring out of my ears, sticky against my hands. Blood. A wave of dizziness hit me hard. My vision flickered, then flooded with searing white, as if the sun had exploded behind my eyes. My body wavered.

Vivian noticed immediately and shouted to the classmates around her, "Hold her down! I'll take it off myself." At her command, several boys pinned my arms and legs. I was forced to my knees like some criminal awaiting punishment. Vivian stood over me, her disgust unfiltered—more brazen than she ever was in high school. Her fingers pinched the earring and twisted. The sharp metal scraped against my ear, sending a cold, slicing pain down my neck. She was trying to rip it off. But she knew—I had a bleeding disorder. If she tore it out, I could be in real danger.

Kira My ear throbbed in pain as I lay on the hospital bed. Luckily for me, the poison-tipped weapon only brushed the outer part of my ear, and the doctors had successfully removed the poison and applied a topical antiseptic. They covered my ear with a bandage to stop the bleeding.

With it still trickling, I put a simple bandage over it. I look down at my shirt. It’s soaked in crimson. I changed and rushed out of the apartment while holding a napkin to my ear. I hurriedly walk the two blocks to the clinic without waiting for the bus. I check in, and the nurse hands me gauze and some meds to help staunch the bleeding. But it takes forever to be seen, and entering the exam room, there waits the same doctor, whose name I can’t remember. “How did you do this?” the doctor asks, looking over my ear.

I was startled by the sudden noise. Only then did I touch my ears. The blood had already dried and some red scabs came off. The touch brought back a twinge of pain to my ears. My ears were bleeding and I didn’t even notice. Jane patted my hand. "Why are you so stubborn? Doesn't it hurt?" With that, she took out an iodine cotton swab from her bag, tied my hair up, and carefully disinfected my ears. "How did this happen?"

“You mean… before? It was just a stomach bug or something?” “Probably from the kids,” she said and went to my other ear. “Do you want to keep the piercings?” I looked down. “I… don’t really know.” She nodded. “Tell you what. If you decide you don’t want them sometime down the line, take your earrings out and leave them out for at least a month. The holes should start to close up then.” I nodded. “Okay.” She treated my other ear, cleaning the earring in a glowing solution before putting something else in my ears. She put the cleaned earrings in a little cloth pouch and handed them to me.

When your hair stops dripping orange drops, I get a little closer and check the origin of the bleeding. It's a cut between the hair, and I'm not sure if it was done by a blow, but there is a large elevation below the slit that opened. "When did you give up trying to kill me? "I ask in such a casual way that it even seems like I don't care about that at all.

When I lifted my head I was by the side of the road but then when I looked at my pants there were droplets of blood on them. The circuit in my head shut off as my nerves chilled to an icing temperature. I brought my finger to my nose and then back to my line of vision and there it was, blood from my nose! I’m bleeding.

With Maddie's help, she struggled to stand upright. The sight of her punched me in the gut. My stomach lurched at the sight of the blood trickling down the side of her head and out of her ears. She also had a nose bleed and tears filled her eyes that she tried to blink away as she stared back at me, her gaze, unflinching.