Dull Ache Under Left Shoulder Blade Novels & Stories

I groaned in pain as my shoulder ached. “What is your problem?” I screamed at him. “You asked me to drop you, I did,” he shrugged. “Get moving.” Even Declan wasn't half as annoying as this bastard. I got off the floor, clutching to my shoulder. It was probably dislocated or even fractured. The walk was silent as I tried to massage my shoulders in every possible way I could. The pain was driving me insane and it was slowing me down. “You know you can just ask me for help,” Rolfe said.

Blair kicked off her boots without caring where they landed and staggered toward the bed. The moment she lay down on her back, she winced. I froze and asked in concern. “Are you okay?” She waved a hand like it was nothing, but her face tightened for a second. “Yeah, it just… happens sometimes.” “What happens?” I asked gently, moving towards her. She shifted slightly, and pressed her palm against her side. “My ribs, and sometimes my shoulder. They're just old injuries.” She let out a short breath. “After the accident, I feel a little pain now and then. It comes and goes.”

He was way too tense. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he reached up and rubbed his shoulder again. He applied slow, circular pressure like he was trying to soothe the tightness in his muscle. A second later, his hand moved to the back of his neck and massaged it in the same motion. He winced. I held my breath. No. This was too soon. But the pattern was familiar. Too familiar. His fingers dug into the space between his shoulder blades, just beneath the collar. I knew exactly what that kind of ache meant.

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.