Novel & Cerita Dull Ache Under Left Shoulder Blade

🫶 LEXI 🫶 A sharp, burning pain exploded through my left shoulder. "Ahhh!" I cried out and collapsed onto my knees, clutching the spot as though something had pierced straight through me. It hurt. It hurt so much. My breathing became ragged as wave after wave of agony shot through my body. "W-Why...?" My fingers dug into my shoulder. There was no wound. No blood either. Then why did it feel like I'd been struck? My eyes lifted to look at him.

His eyes changed. “You are limping? Why?” Liam asked. “I just bumped into the dining table this morning because the corner is sharp.” “Sit.” The command came out reflexively. His hand had already guided me to the nearest chair, professional yet with a small panic he tried to hide. “Where exactly?” “Left thigh, outer side. Dull ache. No bleeding. Breathing normal. I sat down first before I left,” I said. Liam knelt, examining with the warm and familiar palm.

I could imagine it would be like this lying on a large glass marble; perhaps at first it would be pleasant yet soon it would be just like this pain of mine. The ache is a dull, as if some lazy torturer is standing right behind me, only applying enough pressure to be an annoyance. It sits there, just to the side of the right shoulder blade toward the spine. I could imagine it would be like this lying on a large glass marble; perhaps at first it would be pleasant yet soon it would be just like this pain of mine.

My ankles swung slightly in the air, as my bare feet hit the cold floor. My feet still ached a lot more than I wanted to admit, although most of my pains came from my legs. I was used to pain, even though I hated it, but my shoulders hurt, especially over my left shoulder blade. And my ribs were sore…well, more sore than they usually would be. I assumed it was because I didn’t exercise properly recently.

He got out of that shitty situation. He glanced around again. A few cars sped by. Not one driver paused to take a look at him. Maybe they all thought he was just a regular jogger in the area. He looked ahead and kept up his brisk steps. He could taste his own blood from his cut lip, and he could smell his own sweat, but he wasn't coughing up blood yet. Good sign. The consistent, annoying pain in his lower chest area whenever he breathed in was a symptom of something serious, though. The slight swelling and tenderness around his lower ribs, coupled with a little pinkish bruising on his abdomen, were also telltale signs.

I forget about anything else and bow to pick her up. "Aaaahhh." I groan with unbearable pain in my right shoulder blade. I don't know why I am having the feeling of something stabbing in my back. I feel numbness in my legs. Aayu looks at me with a shocked face. I almost fall on the floor but Aayu holds me before that. "Iruuuuuu... Nooooo... Why did you do that?" Aayu is yelling with fear and pain. My vision is blurry, just my ears are working.

Glancing up at Elizabeth I wiggled my right hand fingers but my left hand felt numb and tingly. "Your toes now dear." Since I wasn't wearing shoes I wiggled both dirty sets for her and it hurt. "I'm certain that your left shoulder is dislocated but will take some x-rays to be certain. You also have bone bruises and scrapes. I will get you some pain meds to help with those," she sighed.

Lukas could feel the heat of him, the clean scent of his cologne, the subtle tension in his fingers as he tried not to let them linger. “You always this hands-on, doc?” Lukas muttered. Aiden didn’t smile. “Only when necessary.” Lukas made a low sound that might’ve been a laugh. He wasn’t sure. Aiden stepped back just far enough to retrieve the tablet. “I’ve got the results,” he said, voice shifting into something more clinical, more detached. “Sit tight.” Lukas watched him from the edge of the table as Aiden pulled up the images. “Your shoulder’s more damaged than we thought,” Aiden said after a moment, tone unreadable. “It’s not just a dislocation. You’ve got microtears in your rotator cuff

Every exhale is too shallow to matter. I press my palm to my sternum because the motion feels like something. It does not help. The pressure only grows. A sharp, stabbing ache shoots into my left shoulder and down my arm. My body jerks with the force of it. Darko. I can’t feel him at all, like he's completely gone. The bond that has been steady since I was a kid is fraying. Panic wedges through the pain. He is not just weak. He is not there.