Do Ears Bleed When Pierced Novels & Stories

He had a piercing in his ear and she had to admit that somehow — just somehow — that mere accessory made him look even tougher and more breathtaking than the first time she saw him — as crazy as it sounded. She couldn't help but leave her eyes to latch onto the sparkling glimmer the golden accessory on his ear seemed to give as the lighting from the ceiling of the restaurant cast its luminous essence on his face. She couldn't help but wonder if perhaps, the piercing had hurt when he got them. Curiously, she looked to his other ear but it was void of any shimmering accessory.

I gasp as I press my hands to the edge of the counter. "Yeah." He chuckles. "Since we’re away from school, I thought I’d make good use of the piercing." James was dared to get his ears pierced on his eighteenth birthday months ago, but he never used earrings since it wasn’t allowed in school. Him in them right now though– he looks unbelievably hot. He’s always been hot, but he looks exceptionally hotter right now, and it’s even worse they’re hoops. "It, um… looks nice." You know you want to say more than that.

"And honestly, I'm not ready to get involved with anyone anyway. I was just saying that for fun." He rolled his eyes at my response, clinking our glasses together in a half-hearted cheer. Leading me back to the dance floor, he pulled me into his arms, and we danced, the music drowning out our worries for a fleeting moment. Suddenly, a sharp screech pierced through the air, causing everyone to wince in discomfort. Zaylen instinctively clutched his ears, a pained expression crossing his face. "My eardrums almost burst—" I began, but then I noticed something alarming. "Oh my God, Zaylen, what happened?" I gasped, seeing blood trickling from his ear.

This is the one place that I could come in this pack and not expect anyone. I went to check who it was and quickly unlocked the door as I saw my mate's ashen face. “What happened? You were supposed to get some more sleep," I said to him as I looked him over. I noticed that his ears had blood on them and turned his head to see that the blood was actually coming from inside his ears. I grabbed a cloth and stuffed his ears with it.

"I’ll clean her up." "Of course," Laura said, quickly holding up the phone so the flashlight illuminated Adora’s ear. Under the beam, Louis worked carefully, cleaning the blood with steady, precise hands. "Minor perforation of the eardrum. Nothing too serious. Rest for a few days and it should heal on its own. Got any antibiotics at home? Take them for a couple of days, just in ca…" "Ah..." A soft, breathy cry slipped from Adora, her whole body giving a sharp shudder.

She couldn’t… We find our way into the small break room in the back of the gallery, where I once stood up to Selina all those months ago. Arthur guides me to the table, then rifles around under the sink, where he locates a small first aid kit. He opens a packet containing an alcohol wipe. “This will sting,” he warns. I hiss as the cool pad makes contact with the torn flesh. “How bad is it?” “Not as bad as it looks,” he assures me, although his eyes are still bright red instead of their usual green. “The earrings were heavy enough that they tore straight through rather than ripping down. They’ll heal cleanly.”

“That should do the trick,” she announced in a chirpy voice. “You'll need to keep those earplugs in for at least a week while your eardrums heal. Otherwise, the noise will be too much for you and they won’t heal. Your hearing is super-charged, so hearing us through the earplugs shouldn’t be an issue.” I nodded at her but she didn’t give me a chance to thank her, or say anything at all, really. She turned to my parents and said,

The memory of the process and the subsequent satisfaction etched the experience into my consciousness, unlike the nebulous recollection surrounding my nipple piercings. Surrounding my ears are four piercings, each a marker of my journey in self-expression. The decisions to pierce were deliberate, a conscious effort to manifest facets of my identity through these small, yet significant, embellishments. Similarly, a single piercing adorns my nose –a subtle rebellion against convention, a declaration of individuality.

Kicking the door open, almost breaking it off its hinges, I quickly jog back to the convenience store. "Give me alcohol and cotton pads. Now!" I scream at the poor cashier. "M-ma'am are you alright? Your ear's bleeding. Should I call the—" "Just give me what I want, dammit! Ow—" I shake my head to relieve the little tingling but sensitive pain. I go back to the bike and press my blood out on the cotton pad. The next one was dipped in alcohol as I dab it on my ear lobe. I cry silently, almost biting into my own lip to deal with the pain.

I whipped my head towards him and saw Monica tending to him worriedly. Blood started oozing from his ears, nose, and eyes, and my horrified bulging eyes jumped to a whimpering Hermione who surprisingly had the same symptoms. They cried in pain on the floor and for a moment, I was so dumbstruck that I didn't know what to do.