Ear Pierced Bleeding Novels & Stories

No one else will do, even if I’m not the only one for him now. A painful ripping sensation tears through my awareness, bringing me more to the present than I was. The injury is too high on my body, just below my ear near my temporomandibular joint. It tugs and rips opens my skin from my left ear, across my mandible, up across my cheek, ending at my nose. And there’s a matching one from a claw, starting at my bicep moving across my chest. The warmth of blood running down my neck and my chest faintly register, as do the sounds of growls and fists hitting flesh.

Feet shoulder-width apart, sword held ready, weight balanced so I could move quickly in any direction. The nightwalker laughed, a horrible rasping sound. It started to move towards me, and I prepared to meet its charge. Then I felt a sharp pain in my ear. It was sudden and piercing, like a needle had been jabbed into my skin. I gasped, my hand instinctively going to my ear. When I pulled my fingers away, they came back wet. Not with blood—with something else. Liquid. There was liquid dripping from whatever had pierced my ear. My vision started to blur almost immediately. The world tilted sideways, and I stumbled.

“You mean… before? It was just a stomach bug or something?” “Probably from the kids,” she said and went to my other ear. “Do you want to keep the piercings?” I looked down. “I… don’t really know.” She nodded. “Tell you what. If you decide you don’t want them sometime down the line, take your earrings out and leave them out for at least a month. The holes should start to close up then.” I nodded. “Okay.” She treated my other ear, cleaning the earring in a glowing solution before putting something else in my ears. She put the cleaned earrings in a little cloth pouch and handed them to me.

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.

My mouth was half-opened as he walked away. What is he even saying? He suddenly turned. “You should visit the clinic, your ear is bleeding” I raised my hand to touch my ear and I saw blood. WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?