Ear Pierced Bleeding Novels & Stories

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 released an ear piercing scream, my body trembling with unreleased wails. My gums felt as though they were being cut in half as my fangs kept lenghthening. ‘’Earl!’’ Kyle called out as I coughed out blood. I continued screaming, blood running down my cheeks in place of my earlier tears. ‘’Bria, sweetie! I need you to calm down.’’ I shook my head, thrashing out of his hold as blood leaked out my ears. Earl came in, applying some liquid on my forehead as best as he could with my thrashing. My thrashing ceased as my body and eyes became heavy. I gave up and let myself succumb to the exhaustion and influence of the herbs.

I asked with widened eyes, not understanding a thing. How is there Blood oozing out of my ears? Did I get an internal bleed or something? “It's okay, let me clean it up!” Harmony said and it took all the will in me not to glare at her. Maybe okay for her, I mean, she's not the one with blood oozing out of her ears. She brought back tissues and began wiping my ears and I began to wonder. Why don't I remember how the blood started dripping out? “What the hell happened?” I had to ask again cuz I felt that they saw something that I didn't.

“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.

Her breathing: was shallow but adequate. She peeled back the gauze. The laceration was 4 cm long, jagged, still oozing despite pressure. “Scalp bleeds like crazy,” she muttered. “Rich vascularity.” She irrigated with saline from her bag, applied fresh hemostatic gauze and pressure dressing. She shone a penlight across Tiana’s pupils, sluggish but equal. She palpated the scalp gently around the wound — no obvious step-off, no boggy swelling, but impossible to rule out underlying hematoma without imaging.