Novel & Cerita Got Bruises On My Knees For You

He knows this bruise surely hurts but he still gave it a poke! “Fuck. You know it’s a big bruise but here you are, poking it as if it doesn’t hurt!" She traced the bruise on her arm. It looks uglier than yesterday. Knoxx laughed hysterically upon hearing what she said, making her roll her eyes heavenwards. Damn. He always likes to tease her!

facing me in front of me, I tripped and then he fell down where I was standing. "Ouch!" I complained at the same time as Kenzo called my name louder. "SELENA!" I didn't even pay attention to him because I was now more focused on the pain I feel in my knee. When I looked, my knee wasn't just scratched, it was quite deep and bleeding. I immediately covered my knee with my hand if it was bleeding, because I also get a little soft when I see blood.

My breathing is shallow, my lungs burned with every breath I take. I can barely even look out of my eyes, they're so swollen. My body is literally covered in blood. Most of it dripping from between my legs. I'm certain I probably look a they took a meat shredder to my ass. It sure feels like it. My left knee doesn't look normal and hurts so bad. It's facing the wrong way. One of them kicked me in the knee. I don't know how much longer I can take it. I feel my life slipping away.

“I...I wasn’t...” He laughs softly, eyes still half‑closed. “You were.” I shove his shoulder lightly. “You scared me.” He stretches, still holding me close. “Good morning to you too.” I roll my eyes, but I can’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. His expression shifts, softening. “How’s the knee? Any pain?” I wiggle it a little. “Sore. Bruised. But not terrible.” He frowns. “You fell hard.”

he says again. He pulls gently. Just enough that I have to step forward. Have to follow the pressure of his hands. Then I'm going down too. My knees hitting the tile. Cold against my skin even through my dress. We're both on the floor now. Kneeling. Facing each other. The tile is hard. Unforgiving. I can already feel it digging into my kneecaps. Tomorrow there will be bruises. Small round marks. Kyle's hands are still holding mine. Like he's afraid if he lets go, I'll disappear.

Alive. Relief hit me so fast my knees almost gave out. I ran forward immediately. “LARRY!” Lily ran too. We reached them just as he stepped off the driveway. “Greta!” I called out, panic rising again as I looked at her face. Bruised. But breathing. “Oh my God…” Lily breathed, hands going to her mouth. Jessy immediately ran toward me, grabbing onto my leg. “Carla!” she cried. I crouched instantly, holding her close.

Cadence asked as he continued to peer at her knee without touching it. “Yes,” he confirmed, looking into her eyes with a very serious expression on his face. “Probably your meniscus as well, and maybe a few bone bruises.” “Awesome,” Cadence muttered, not even sure what a meniscus was. “Will I be able to run on it?” “Should be,” he replied, finally beginning to work on the area. “Just give me a minute to put it back together.”

I tilted my face up and pulled out the practiced, obliging smile. He froze where he stood. His eyes were locked on the bruise across my knee. I'd earned it the night before, kneeling three hours on crushed gravel for a gambler with particular tastes. Dante's chest rose and fell, hard. He bit down on his back teeth and kept staring at the bruise. Once, years ago, I'd tripped at his front step and scraped the skin off my knee. He'd crouched in front of me, cupped my ankle in his hand, and blown very seriously on the red patch.

When I was five feet apart from him, I saw some little cuts in his fist, arms, and knees. What a trouble maker guy. Never mind. I walked past him, but I suddenly stop and face him again. Ah, I hate myself finding it again walking towards him. I sat on a chair next to him and gets cream for wounds in my bag. Then I gently apply it to his cuts on his fist, arms, and knees. After applying the cream to his cuts, my eyes went on his face. Luckily, he didn't get any bruises on his face again. I put the cream back inside my bag and get another cream for the scar and apply it to the bruise he got before. I do it gently so he couldn't get disturbed in his sleeping.

Sable The knock on my door came just as I finished pulling my boots off. I had barely made it back to my room after the town run when the day finally caught up with me. My shoulders ached from I don’t know what— stress I guess. And the faint bruise forming on my arm from Luke’s grip had started to throb in that dull, annoying way bruises do when they know they’re about to turn ugly. I crossed the room and pulled the door open.