Ear Bleeding After Piercing Novels & Stories

I winced inward. I began to bleed. I inched to the bed and made sure a lot of blood was spilled all over the bed and pillows. It was really hurting a lot, but I ignored the pain. I smeared more blood on the broken glasses, making sure a lot of blood was seen all over my room. and the floor slicked with my blood. I tore my gown and tried to tie my hand with it to at least control the bleeding, but it failed. I let out a big sigh and ignored it.

Blood made me queasy—a deep, irrational fear. "A little. Am I bleeding? If I am, don't tell me. Actually, no, do tell me," I rambled. "If I see blood, I might faint. I'm serious—I'll literally faint." "There are a few tiny glass shards embedded in your hand. I'll remove them with tweezers. Hold still," he instructed, sounding very professional. His calm voice soothed my nerves. The process was uncomfortable, but as he kept reassuring me that he was almost done, I felt myself relax. The only thing that didn't ease was the burning sensation in my eyes—they were still red and irritated.

He was shaking, a combination of shock, pain and adrenaline, and his wolf was a sheen across the unswollen eye. “Yeah,” Heath touched the lip ring and Rhett hissed. “What, did he try to rip it out of your mouth?” He was furious as he carefully pulled the bottom lip down in order to look at the inside. There was a swelling blood blister around the piercing on the inside of Rhett’s mouth, but the piercing hole did not look torn. “Something like that. It’ll heal up ok, I think. F-king hurts right now, though.” “And no wonder. It looks nasty,” Heath said with sympathy.

I rubbed the blood between my fingers with a frown on my face, contemplating. Why was this happening to me? I glanced over at Liza, who was in the chair beside my bed sleeping and slowly eased myself off the bed and creeped my way into the bathroom, silently closing the door behind me. I approached the mirror over the sink and looked at my dull appearance. Dark brown eyes stared at each other with dark circles beneath them, blood continued to drip from my ear. I turned on the sink and washed my face and then took a piece of toilet paper to wipe at the blood that came from my ear. Luckily, the bleeding had already stopped.

"No, I didn't see it happen. All I know is that the mark appeared right after..." Right after Henri kissed me. "Ma'am." "Nothing," I grimace. "I'm not sure how that mark got there, but I know that shortly after I discovered it, he started crying. Maybe he was stung by a bee?" "This is a puncture wound," the paramedic looks closely at the small bleeding hole. "But bee stings don't bleed like this. This looks like a syringe that wasn't properly aligned before being injected. Most likely done at an odd angle."

When he became round with the small steel hammer-like issue and the huge hole factor needle, I begged, "Prevent, please..." He smiled, simply to twistedly kiss my cheek in which the tears had commenced, then held up the whole factor for me to peer it higher, to peer the way it shaped a form of eye screw that could near the steel right into an atypical piercing, even though now no longer one supposed to be worn for an extended length of time. I could not appear to shut my eyes while he placed it with the attention of the forceps and I stared down, in a form of horror, below the shares in my restricted view.

Babe’s POV The most outstanding thing about my ear bleed was the fact that I couldn't feel any pain even though the blood wouldn’t stop until the nurse applied some funny-looking ointment that was strangely pale yellow. “Are you sure the ointment is safe?” I asked the nurse for the umpteenth time before leaving the school clinic. “Don’t worry you’ll be fine. It has already healed you. All you have to do is stay away from noises for the main time” She explained and I nodded.

I could feel him flipping the rings. "One scream, with tears." Well, I guess that kind of pain did make me tear up; I wasn't even aware until I felt the cool air on the hot tears on my cheeks. I didn't have to wait long before my right labia was pierced twice in quick succession. I managed not to scream anymore, breathing deeply, with still more tears pouring down my cheeks. He noted that the record.

I stop struggling and quiet down, breathing heavily and wiping my tears with the back of my hand. I turn to the shower and put it on again to wash everything. The blood. The tears. The agony. The anguish. The pain. I use the un-injured hand to rub the other hand which is injured. It hurts a lot because of the piercings but I needed to wash away the blood so Isabella won't notice a thing. I splash water on the wall too to wipe out the evidence of going ballistic for a moment in the bathroom. When I am done, I turn off the shower again and wrap the towel around me before walking out.

Blood oozed out of my pierced skin. “I would rather not live anymore.” I sobbed while he continued writing his name on my vagina, with no remorse.