Ear Piercing Blood Bubble Novels & Stories

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.

Blood flows like water from my collar bone and disappears into the water. “ What did I say about pulling away or pushing me away, Pearl? ” He whispers darkly and his thumb begins putting pressure on my collar bone. My screams turn into shrieks, the pain just never coming to an end. Just like this, my collar bone fractures and I cry out louder and louder. He pulls his thumb out of the hole near my collar bone and inspects the blood with a smile on his lips. As the blood keeps flowing and the pain never stops, I touch my neck and my right hand gets stained with blood.

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…?”

“I’m Dr. Zane. I’ll be running a blood test. Results will take about ten minutes. Permission to proceed?” “Yes,” Maddox said quickly. Dr. Zane readied a syringe. I froze, panic bubbling. “Maddox, save me! He’s going to stab me!” He blinked. “Really, Maya? You have a septum piercing. A belly piercing. And you’re scared of this tiny needle?” I squeezed my eyes shut as the needle pricked my skin. “Ouch!” Blood filled the vial. Zane studied it under a scanner, his brow furrowing. “Hmm.”

I stop struggling and quiet down, breathing heavily and wiping my tears with the back of my hand. I turn to the shower and put it on again to wash everything. The blood. The tears. The agony. The anguish. The pain. I use the un-injured hand to rub the other hand which is injured. It hurts a lot because of the piercings but I needed to wash away the blood so Isabella won't notice a thing. I splash water on the wall too to wipe out the evidence of going ballistic for a moment in the bathroom. When I am done, I turn off the shower again and wrap the towel around me before walking out.

in quiet tone. “You are not. We need to check with the nurse’s office about this. You are bleeding behind your ear.” “I’m bleeding?” “Selena, yes. You’re in pain. How are you able to injure yourself when you don’t even have nails?”

But I have to keep a low profile for now as promised. The nauseousness shoots through me as I lift the patient's arm and the chemical stench of medicine hits my senses. I carefully puncture the big arterie, only enough for a thin line of blood to start running. It takes forever when I can't leave any traces and I have to suck to get the blood out.

That worker looks familiar. Walking into the bathroom, I continue to stare at myself in the mirror. Behind me, steam wafts up from the bath, curling up into finger like tendrils, beckoning me in. I decide to relent, until I notice something trailing down my neck. Blood. It runs in a crimson strip down the line of my neck until it pools at my collarbone. The sight is frightening, as I pull back my dark locks to see its origin. My ear. Blood from my ear would suggest some kind of brain injury if I were mortal. Being immortal makes this sight all the more frightening, as if someone is trying to hack into my brain.

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.