Ear Bleeding After Piercing Novels & Stories

Made him look at me. His expression was carefully blank. But his nose was bleeding. Slow and steady. "It's nothing," he said. "Get off me." "Remi—" "Get OFF me. Right now." He pulled back. Sat up. Pressed his fingers to his nose. The bleeding was already slowing. But I could see it. The mark on his shoulder. The four lines from the creature's claws. They looked darker than before. The black veins that spread from them reaching further than yesterday.

My ear was bleeding. Maya looked shaken, but she didn’t apologize. Not even a sorry muttered under her breath. Just silence, and that twisted flicker of guilt she tried to swallow. For a second, I badly wanted to beat her up. But I bit my tongue so hard I tasted blood. I forced myself to breathe. I bent to pick up shards. Glass pricked my fingers. I stayed silent and swept the rest of the room, ignored her stares, and left, bleeding. Outside, I headed toward the outer gardens. I knew a plant that could stop bleeding fast if crushed while fresh.

“If we just pulled the sharp object from a puncture wound…that would resulted in a excessive bleeding..like now….but if we left this wound…just like this…I can’t use my hand…” While instructed Hwa Young while at the same time teaching her lightly, everyone were rather scared right now, afraid that I would make things even worse than it already was, even Hwa Young were panicking as she followed my lead and pulled out the shard glass as I instructed. As she did pulled out the shard, at that moment even more blood flows out, which I guided her hand to put pressure on my wound.

I take a couple of aspirins and go to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath and looking in the mirror, my eyes are swollen and red from crying, and my nose is bleeding. I have bruises from when Dean stuffed the sock in my mouth. My neck looks black and blue; I don’t recall him touching my neck. I have bruises on my arms and my breast, and there are little pools of blood from where he bit me. I have bruises between my thighs, and I’m still bleeding.

Kira My ear throbbed in pain as I lay on the hospital bed. Luckily for me, the poison-tipped weapon only brushed the outer part of my ear, and the doctors had successfully removed the poison and applied a topical antiseptic. They covered my ear with a bandage to stop the bleeding.

I was bleeding again. Allison's dagger had sliced through the bandage and into my arm. I walked quietly to the bathroom. There was a leftover bandage in the first aid box there. I cleaned the blood and deftly tied up my injured arm with the bandage. Coming back into the room, I saw the glitter of fresh tear tracks on her cheeks. Some tears had overspilled while she slept. I looked at her wonderingly.

His arm came across me, his body turning, taking the weight of whatever was coming, and then we were still, and everything was ringing, and I couldn't see properly. My vision blurred at the edges. I blinked. Blinked again. Aurelian's voice was near my ear. “Iris. Look at me.” I turned my head. His eyes were on my face, scanning, checking. “I'm okay,” I said. My voice sounded far away. “You're bleeding,” he said. I touched my forehead. My fingers came back red. “It's small,” I said. He looked at it for one more second. Then his expression changed.

And yet, I had thought they could make up for everything I had failed to give her. I picked up one of the gardenia earrings, the delicate silver catching the light. My hand was still bleeding, and a drop of blood smeared across the earring, staining it red. Panic surged through me as I tried to wipe it away, but the blood only spread, stubborn and unyielding. No matter how hard I rubbed, it wouldn’t come clean.

Aria glanced up at Scott, who was approaching them, and then at Xavier, whose eyes gleamed with mockery. That must be it! Otherwise, why would he be here today? Scott came closer and observed the bleeding back of Aria’s hand. It was a result of her hasty removal of the needle without applying pressure. Frowning, he cautioned Aria, “You’re bleeding. According to the time of your drip, it shouldn’t have been finished yet.” Aria glanced down and quickly applied pressure to the needle puncture. “Thank you, Dr. Wilson. I’ll take care of it.”

He pulled out gauze, a bottle of clear liquid, and a roll of tape. "Lift your shirt." I stared at him. "I'm not asking you again." I pulled the hem up to my ribs. The skin along my left side was purple and scraped raw where I'd hit the stairwell railing. The old lash wounds on my back had reopened in two places, thin lines of red seeping through the closed skin. Grayson knelt beside the bed. His hands were steady. He pressed a gauze pad soaked in antiseptic against the worst of the scraping, and I sucked air through my teeth.