Ear Pierced Bleeding Novels & Stories

she asked. Again, Joel shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m puzzled too. This is the first time I’ve had patients come in bleeding from their ears, eyes. I might have gotten one or two with ear infections or nose bleed, not over thirty.” “Might be an infection. When I worked during the war, we had an influx of patients brought in bleeding from holes in their bodies. We tried our best, but we discovered the infection too late,” Mary told him and watched his expression go unreadable.

She looks so pale all of a sudden. “What is it, baby?” I ask, I can hear my heart beating in my ears. She holds her ears with both her hands, squeezing them so hard. “Stoop!” she screams. Damien and Rowan rush to her side as well. “My head aaah!” she screams falling on her knees, her nose starts bleeding and the blood drips to the floor. I freeze for a moment, not believing what is happening. “What’s happening?” Rashel and Pearl asks in a concerned tone.

I want promises and I want forever. “Is this alright?” he murmurs, his fingers brushing the torn edge of my sweatshirt. I nod again, too exhausted to speak. Slowly, he lifts the fabric peeling it away from my skin and I never want to see them again. As his gaze flickers over me, I notice something that makes my stomach twist. “Your ear…” I whisper. “It is bleeding.” He reaches up, touching it like he had not even noticed, “It is nothing,” he says with a small shrug. “Just a scratch.”

I took a deep breath, and wiped my tears, waiting for her answer. Pearl bit her lip and said softly to me, "Tracy, you are bleeding. Let me bandage you first, and then explain to you, OK?" Seeing the concern in her eyes, I couldn't refuse her request. She got up and took the medicine box on the table, took out the hemostatic powder, applied it to my neck, and then took out a bandage to bind my wound.

Not a single peck of hair in sight… just how I like it. My heartbeat accelerates as I pass the washcloth over his nipples. A hiss slips past his lips and I look up to find his eyes half shut and cloudy with… pain? My throat tightens with alarm. “Are you okay?” “No.” His voice is a deep rumble in his chest. I swallow and whisper; “why?” His head lowers as he stares at the piercing; “I got this a few days ago. It hasn’t fully healed yet.” I look at it and for the first time, I realize that the spot is soft and tender. “Really?”

“Are you okay, babe? I don’t answer at first. Instead, I flex my jaw and rub my ears for any sign of damage. Thankfully, the fact that I can hear him means that my eardrums are still intact, but my ears still feel like they’re on fire. He takes my face in the palm of his hands and inspects me. “Your nose is bleeding.” He says as he rubs at my nose with the sleeve of his sweater.

Shaking my head to clear the fog, I pulled away and headed out of the room to fetch the spray. I returned to find her curled to the side. My footsteps alerted her of my presence. She turned and sat up on the bed, her brows furrowed. "What is that?" Taking a seat next to the bed, I held the spray in front of her. "Sterile saline spray." Scooting forward, I cleared my throat. "From my research, it doesn't hurt. I had someone bring a few of these. They are good for piercings—aids effective healing."

What if the lack of blood in his system made him pass out like this. Maybe I could give him my blood... What if that didn't work? I wouldn't know until I tried. Luckily for me, I had something sharp enough to draw blood. I quickly removed my earring and used it's sharp part to pierce the skin on my wrist. I bit back my pained scream as I pierced my skin again. My hand began to bleed and I raised the man up to sitting position and I opened his mouth and put my wrist there. I watched with my heart in my stomach as my blood slowly dropped into his mouth and I was thankful for the fact that no one was around here.

Multiple cuts on her hip that she explained was from a ring on his finger that cut during punches. Damien focused on a ring of deep red around her throat. She should’ve healed quickly from hands choking her, unless it was done repeatedly and her body automatically numbed that area delaying healing as a side effect. He noticed that her left earring was hanging slightly lower than the right one. It must have torn her earlobe slightly downwards during a punch, and her body couldn’t heal since the piece of gold was still in the wound. “Were any open-handed hits delivered to your ears, Miss King?”

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.