Dull Ache Under Left Shoulder Blade Novels & Stories

Blood spurted from his left shoulder, splattering his face. If he hadn't turned his head quickly, the blade would have struck his head instead of his left shoulder! "Die!" Gerard looked crazed, gripped the short blade with both hands, and pressed it down hard. Austin couldn't help but gasp in pain. The agony from his left shoulder surpassed the pain of his entire body being cut by the razor floss earlier. In a daze, he even heard a faint "creak" from his left shoulder—the noise of the blade slowly cutting deeper into his flesh.

SLAM. By the middle of the first period, my whole body was screaming in pain. My left shoulder was badly bruised, and every single breath I took felt like a sharp knife poking my chest. They were trying to tire me out completely. They wanted to break my bones so I could not skate fast or use my quick moves anymore.

“Still hurts, but less,” I said, flinching a little, and my face was still twisted in pain. The doctor pressed lightly around my shoulder. “Any sharp pain when I press here?” “Just sore,” I said. “Good. That means nothing feels badly damaged,” he said, and smiled. He tapped my arm lightly. “Can you push against my hand?” I tried what he said, but failed. “My shoulder feels weak,” I said, a little bit devastated.

Mark woke up the next morning, shifted in bed, and groaned. Lucas hadn’t been lying about the effects of the exercise. Mark stretched a little and realized that Lucas had even identified the exact area that would be giving him the most trouble—the muscles between his shoulder blades were so tight he felt like his arms were being drawn back and his chest pushed out. He rolled over, groaned his way to a sitting position, and recognized the shift in his thinking. Lucas. Not Lucas Cain, formal and distant and reminiscent of the newspaper articles from years early.

Blunt Pain By the fifth city, the adrenaline no longer masked the exhaustion. Axl’s body moved automatically. His mind drifted. Their shows were electric. Each crowd was louder than the one before. But when he stepped off stage, something inside him dipped too low. He shut himself inside the dressing room and sat on the floor, his back against the wall. He closed his eyes and breathed. Slow and controlled. He hadn’t lost his love for music. He just lost the place where he used to put everything down afterward.

She was looking at me, a half-smile on her lips, to see how I would react. I reached for her lovely breasts with both hands. As it turned out, that wasn't such a good idea. My shoulder and collarbone both protested; that wasn't the ideal position for either of them. A twinge of pain spoiled the sensation for me. I gave up that attempt, and relaxed my left side, letting my shoulder rest on the bed. My right arm wasn't hurt, but when I extended it, I still felt a twinge on my left, in my collarbone. To make matters worse, the feeling in my injured hand was mixed, at best - both pleasure and discomfort.

I let my head rest back against the wall, eyes closing as the pain in my shoulder throbbed steadily. “Hold on,” I murmured under my breath, not even sure if I meant it for her or for myself.

Lily, he declared within him, with unwavering conviction, "I will stand by your side, not Jake's. I will protect you, always." Glenn gestured to Liza, signalling her to join him, and the two exited the cabin. Blake's eyes scanned the interior, his senses heightened. The collar clasped around his neck carried a distinct scent, evoking memories of the woman he held deep in his heart. Determination etched on his face, he closed his eyes momentarily, focusing his thoughts. With his left hand, he explored his dislocated shoulder. Time was of the essence—he needed to take action. Seating himself on the floor beside the chair to his right, he positioned its backrest to face him. Ensuring its stabil

THANE I woke to pain that had no clear location. Not my shoulder, though that ached in the dull, distant way of a wound already closing. Not my chest, though my breath came shallow and careful. The pain was somewhere I could not point to, somewhere underneath my body entirely, and for a long moment I lay still and let my mind climb back up out of wherever it had been. Rowena was in the chair beside the bed, asleep sitting up, her hand still resting on the blanket near mine as though she had fallen asleep holding it and the holding had simply continued after sleep took her.

My ribs throb with a dull ache every time I inhale, a lingering echo of the punch that knocked the wind out of me. I try to move, but my body feels too heavy, swollen, and foreign. Pain radiates through my face, throughout my whole body. I grab my left arm still on an arm sling. My tongue pushes against the wires in my mouth, tasting the coppery hint of blood and antiseptic. And then I see her.