Ear Pierced Bleeding Novels & Stories

I was startled by the sudden noise. Only then did I touch my ears. The blood had already dried and some red scabs came off. The touch brought back a twinge of pain to my ears. My ears were bleeding and I didn’t even notice. Jane patted my hand. "Why are you so stubborn? Doesn't it hurt?" With that, she took out an iodine cotton swab from her bag, tied my hair up, and carefully disinfected my ears. "How did this happen?"

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.

Why is she crying? I think it’s the sight of the blood that’s upsetting her. Without thinking, I grab a pair of shorts and strip off the towel, ready to wipe the blood from my forehead. Did I hurt myself there, too? Maybe when I slammed my head against the wall? I touch the spot, but there’s no pain. It’s just the blood. My hands are what hurt—the sting of the piercings, the throbbing in my palms. I wipe at my forehead again, trying to clean the blood off, but it just smears.

Caleb said. "Well, the bleeding was because of the glasses that pierce into her skin. Some pierced pretty deep, hence the bleeding" Caleb nods in understanding and smiles, he closes his eyes and take a deep breath. ‘At least she's safe and out of danger’ he thought to himself. Mike pats his back and nod at him, then he quickly turn back to the doctor. "Then what about my wife and babies? How are they?"

"I have had enough god damned changes for a while. I like pretty earrings and I'll be damned if I'm going to give them up." I picked up the sparkling studs, removed the backs, and slammed the first one and then the other earring through my right ear. Then I picked up one of the long dangling earrings and pushed that through my left earlobe. The pain was sharp and it burned, but after a few moments it quieted and the holes stopped bleeding. By the time I swabbed it all down with rubbing alcohol, the holes were healed with my earrings firmly in place. Noelle was watching me with amusement on her face, "You're going to have to do that every time you want to wear earrings, you know. And make sur

Therefore, holding the earrings in the palm of one’s hand probably wouldn’t produce very authentic results. Without hesitating, I grabbed the letter opener that was sitting on the conference table and pricked my finger, wincing from the brief sting of pain. A bead of blood formed a moment later with a little pressure, and I carefully dropped it onto one earring, then another. Andrei and I stared at the earrings, which were now wet and sticky with blood. Nothing happened. Andrei quirked a brow at me. “Are they supposed to do something special, or…?”

With it still trickling, I put a simple bandage over it. I look down at my shirt. It’s soaked in crimson. I changed and rushed out of the apartment while holding a napkin to my ear. I hurriedly walk the two blocks to the clinic without waiting for the bus. I check in, and the nurse hands me gauze and some meds to help staunch the bleeding. But it takes forever to be seen, and entering the exam room, there waits the same doctor, whose name I can’t remember. “How did you do this?” the doctor asks, looking over my ear.

I had no choice but to sink to the ground. Gritting my teeth, I smash my hands over my ears as hard as possible, but the never-ending screeching continued to seep through the shield my hands were trying to create. I felt slick warm blood slip through my fingers as my eardrums burst, releasing a scream of pain of my own.

As I leaned closer to my reflection, I noticed something red trickling out of my ear. Horrified, I realized it was blood. How is this possible? I asked myself, letting out a shriek as I stumbled backward. My voice must have been loud because Liam was suddenly at the door, knocking. "I'm fine," I muttered, but he kept knocking. "If I'm bleeding, does that mean... it was real?" Questions flooded my mind. "Macy, what's going on? Are you okay?" Liam’s voice came through the door. "I said I'm fine, please!" I snapped, irritation creeping into my tone.

Kicking the door open, almost breaking it off its hinges, I quickly jog back to the convenience store. "Give me alcohol and cotton pads. Now!" I scream at the poor cashier. "M-ma'am are you alright? Your ear's bleeding. Should I call the—" "Just give me what I want, dammit! Ow—" I shake my head to relieve the little tingling but sensitive pain. I go back to the bike and press my blood out on the cotton pad. The next one was dipped in alcohol as I dab it on my ear lobe. I cry silently, almost biting into my own lip to deal with the pain.