Dull Ache Under Left Shoulder Blade Novels & Stories

Her fingers clenched the bedsheet beneath her without realizing it. Then the pain hit. A dull, heavy throb spread across her shoulder like a bruise that had decided to wake up with her. It wasn’t sharp anymore, not like it had been last night when her body had slammed into the wall and the breath had been ripped straight out of her lungs. Now it pulsed steadily under her skin, a deep bruise blooming beneath bone. Dakota swallowed and shifted slightly. Instant regret.

“It felt fine, so I–” “Blair, the x-ray was reported as a fracture dislocation. If you’d have stayed in, or even given us your real contact details you would have known that, and you could have–” “Fracture?” I whispered. Suddenly the ongoing pain in my left shoulder was making sense. I had thought it was just because all the ligaments and muscles and stuff had taken a beating when they shoved it back in its socket. I’d never had to worry about sustaining injuries of this magnitude, thanks to my wolf, so I’d assumed I just needed time to let the arm heal properly.

Or are they scared? No matter how hard I try, I cannot look up because my shoulder blades hurt like hell. I have no idea why and why it feels as if I am carrying something heavy on my back. Everyone seems to be getting their eyes from my direction as if looking at me hurts them. It does not make sense.

The doctor started explaining, after he sat down on his seat. Few months have passed. Jace has been having discomfort on his shoulder that was shot. Most especially when he is exercising in the gym or lifting weights. Eliana convinced him to go to the doctor so that they can check if something is the matter with the shoulder. Now from the look of things, he might have a problem there.

“God—” My hand flew to my temple, fingers pressing hard like I could hold my head together, like it wasn’t about to split open. The movement tugged at something else, and a sharp, tearing ache ripped through my shoulder. “Holy shit!“ I cussed under my breath, gripping my shoulder. The ache slowly spread from my shoulder down my arm in a hot, throbbing wave, stealing the strength from my fingers. My arm sagged uselessly at my side, heavy and wrong.

“Or I’ll—oomph.” Sharp, sudden pain lanced my left shoulder and spiked its way down my arm until it exploded out the tips of my fingers before abruptly going numb. Nicolette screamed. No longer in the mood to flirt or do anything but curl into a ball and howl in agony, I tried to inspect the paralyzing intrusion that had punctured me, but when I looked down, my vision darkened at the corners. Dizziness ensued. My conscious brain flickered. “Ah, fuck,” I muttered when I finally caught sight of the long, thin shaft with a feathered end sticking out of my shoulder, right in the front tender, meaty area under my clavicle, in that empty space the rib cage didn’t cover.

I woke up on the third day feeling like I had been hit by a truck. My left shoulder was a nasty shade of purple and yellow from the hit I took during the game. Every time I moved my arm, a sharp pain shot down to my elbow. I sat on the edge of the hotel bed, staring at my reflection in the long mirror on the closet door. My hair was a mess, and the bruise made me look like I’d actually been in a fight.

Feeling a stinging pain from shoulder to collarbone on the left side, Heer jolted up from her sleep. A screech left her lips when she got up suddenly from her sleep in utter pain. Where she felt the pain, her skin pulled all of a sudden as if someone had pricked it with some cruelty. She felt like several needles were being pressed against her skin so ruthlessly, and that thought made her get up from her sleep. Still, her shoulder and especially the left side of her chest was aching. She groaned and palmed her chest to comfort herself but she found something rough flat thin on her skin.

The mirror showed her all the bruising over her shoulder. It was a mottled pattern of purples and green, unsightly for any party let alone a ball when she was one of the three wolves being honoured. At the centre of it all was the jagged scar that curved over the arch of her shoulder and disappeared behind her. Maddie eyed it and rolled the joint, testing its movement. The pain was almost gone, leaving her with a simple stiffness that she would gladly put up with.

“You would look cute yelling at me in a hospital.” I glared, pressing the ice a little firmer. “Not funny.” His breath hitched, then he relaxed slowly, letting the cold seep in. The muscles under my hand were tense, and trembling. Then, I asked again, “What happened?” He didn’t answer right away. Just stared at the ceiling, his jaw tightening again. “Jaxon.” He swallowed hard. “It’s my shoulder, I had an injury in highschool....that left my shoulder fractured and it never healed right.”