Ear Piercing Blood Bubble Novels & Stories

Dried, red flakes of blood stuck to my fingers. Fuck, this was definitely my blood. How the hell had I forgotten about my condition? Lucius must have panicked and ran to get a doctor. Sticking out my tongue, I pressed against the metal barbell embedded in my tongue. It wasn’t bleeding, and it didn’t hurt. Huh. It didn’t hurt? How the hell didn’t it hurt? For good measure, I aggressively rubbed it against the roof of my mouth. There was no pain still. It was like I had gotten the piercing a year ago, and not just yesterday.

It was my time to pierce it into his skin. I rubbed the wet cotton wool on his upper arm when I was unable to find a vein on his body, then I put the needle into his skin and quickly pressed the liquid substance in. Before his body began to heal it up, I pulled the needle out easily and placed the precious cotton wool on the pierced part. "I'm done," my voice sounded, breaking the silence among all of them. Sean opened his eyes slowly, staring at me and at his arm like I had just worked some magic.

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."

This shouldn't even register. Yet, my face heated as I rushed to deny it. "I'm not—" Xander cut me off. "Give me your hand." I hesitated, but he didn't. His fingers wrapped around mine, turning my hand palm up. "Look here," he said. I glanced down at my left hand and froze. The pad of my middle finger was smeared with dried blood. I'd noticed it earlier when I touched him but hadn't thought much of it. "There's a shard of glass in there," Xander explained. "If you don't get it out, it'll hurt like hell and probably get infected. Then it'll take even longer to heal."

Eyes wide, I gulp at the intensity of what I ignored till now, hoping or deluding myself it would heal sooner or later and that I'd get through. The wound is not bleeding, but it did not heal. Instead of red I find black. The edges of the gushes are turning purple, horrifying black veins spidering out from from them, like veins of a hollow tree. They continue far away from the cut, up to the end of my third last rib. It has been only been two hours. How could it have gotten this worse? As if my body registers the penetration the same time I do, a gurgle bubbles it's way up my throat and I empty whatever it is in the basin.

Sophie pinched the bridge of her nose, “It is normal for someone to have two gifts unrelated to each other?” “It is not an exact science Luna,” she tied a rubber tube around my arm and tapped my hand, “make a fist for me dear.” I balled up my hand like she asked and she tapped the vein at my inner elbow. “Just a pinch…” she pushed a needle attached to a plastic tube into my arm and snapped an empty vial into it. She quickly filled 2 more vials with my blood and removed the needle, taping a cotton ball firmly over the puncture. She checked the clock on the wall, “I would be interested to know what time it heals over, if you notice it.” I nodded, and applied light pressure to the cotton ball.

“What about the air circulation?” “Overridden. No silver in the air right now.” he inspected the needles that were embedded into her flesh. “No sudden movements,” he said to her. “This is a tricky needle. It was specifically made to open the blood artery to allow the blood to flow into the tube faster. One sudden movement could cause the needle to snap your blood artery and we don’t want that to happen.” “You seem to know your way with the needles,” Mira chuckled lightly. “I used to work as a med-boy when I was a kid.”

Bulging at each gallon of blood lost. Flanagan’s eyes widened; in excitement and ecstasy, as each victim always gave him a dopamine rush. But a stiff corpse that still held life? was the best entertainment he had ever experienced. And he vowed to savor the moment. As he shoved the shears deeper into Kirn’s nose, sending it right through and outside it; making a hole big enough for eighteen septum piercings. “Now take it easy my friend…” Flanagan smiled, bringing out a dirty rag from his dusty pocket “You seem out of breath?…”

I watch as Angela runs her finger along the actual bubble for several seconds. “Cole, I need to withdraw some fluid from this blister. I’m not certain how much you’re going to feel based on the fact that you’re not feeling my touch on the blister itself. What I need from you is to stay completely still. Stay just as you are with your eyes closed.”

He explained to me while still holding my one hand. I continued to stare at my reflection for another long minute. The veins under my eyes throbbed and I could see them pulsating with every second passing by. When I lowered my glance at my nose, blood seeped out and covered the sink that I stood nearby. I placed my hand over my nose, stopping the blood from spreading but it didn't stop. It dripped down my fingers and left a trail over my arms. Though, I didn't feel any pain.