Got Bruises On My Knees For You Novels & Stories

I got up and sat down on the grass. Sh*t! My knee hurts-- My eyes widened when I saw blood. What the? It's my first time to injure my knee! The wound is not that big. He approached me and knelt down so that we were equal. "Ms. Vee are you alright?" James asked me worriedly. "It's your fault! You chased me!!" I said annoyed while looking at him. "Normally we play chase." Eh, when you play chase you should still get injured?!

I jumped at every sound I heard. While walking and watching the little fireflies on the sky, I tripped over a tree root projecting out from the ground and fell down on the ground quite badly and my knee pounded at the pain. I’d sprained my ankle and now was bleeding severely on my knees. “Hey, are you okay?” Kevin asked and rushed toward me when he saw me in that situation. “You’re bleeding and badly hurt! Let’s get you back to my place.” he offered. ‘No, that’s okay. I can walk.” I replied.

she started and winced in pain when she tried to stand up straight and a sharp pain hit her knee "shit.. I'm sorry but I can't bear the pain. Yesterday's injuries are affecting me" "None of your bones were hurt yesterday, it's just skin injuries. It shouldn't be affecting you like this" Rus stated with annoyance lacing his voice, trying to hide his concern. Elle looked up at him with a very deadly glare on her face and stood up straight despite the excruciating pain on her knees "Excuse you Mr know it all, the punching bags hit my shoulders and head a. Lot. Yesterday and now, my shoulders hurt when I move and my head pounds with each step I take" she said and moved a little closer to him, t

She managed to land on her knees, avoiding falling forward or backwards. One of her knees got scraped and it was painful. Crystal grimace in pain, holding in her tears back but they were already welling up. With great difficulty a d the weight of the two kids, she managed to get back on her feet. She cousont examine the wound on her knee. Her jeans were torn because she could feel air on the wound. She gritted her teeth and continued going forward.

* Knock * I knocked on his room's door and after a couple of minutes, it was answered. My mouth touched the ground in shock. Surprise masked his poorly bruised face. His left eye has that round blue bruised which is looking pretty painful because the swelling has closed his eye small. Also, the side of the lip is swelling along with a few cuts there. His jaw looked swollen possibly due to some heavy punches. Looking at his body posture I can clearly see that he is broken from the inside out with injuries.

In a sense, our relationship is much better now. I swung my legs bored, my mouth humming small with focused eyes staring into the television screen. Until in the end, the soles of my feet hit the foot of the table. I cringe, it hurts so much. "Ouch!" I screamed, I immediately grabbed my battered leg. Duh, which one got my bruises. "Why, Ca?" asked Keith, staring at my feet as I swiped. "My feet are stuck, it hurts," I said, without saying anything Keith immediately pulled my pegged leg, then massaged it slowly.

Joey’s face fell a little, and I immediately regretted my tone. “Sorry,” I said. “It’s just… It’s been a long day.” “That’s okay.” He looked me up and down. “Are you alright, by the way? Your knees are all bloody.” I looked down and realized that he was right. My knees were bruised and scraped from when Alyc tripped me, and when I spread my palms wide, they were the same. “Oh, honey!” Joey gasped and grabbed my hands before I could stop him. “You need ointment! This is going to leave scars that you can’t get rid of with all the lotion in the world.”

I ignored all of them and quietly stared at my knees. Looking at my knees, I noticed that there were patches of reddish violet spots near my knee. I tried to press it, but the skin color didn't change or at least became white. It’s really odd. The spots are the size of a five-peso coin. I checked my knees and saw bruises. Was it already here yesterday? Was it because of clutching my knees too hard? My attention was also caught by the spots on my wrist as my eyes landed on them while I was touching my skin.

she hands me a small box, “—band-aids for the knees.” I frown down at them. “Knees?” “You had tiny bruises from skin contact with the concrete floor. I know you won’t pay attention to that,” she says with the faintest smile. I give a half-shrug. “It’s prison basketball. Floor’s not exactly polished maple.”

My thighs brushed against each other when I nervously moved my legs. As if he could feel my nervousness, he looked away from me. He lowered his head and looked down at his own hands. I noticed he had bruises on his knuckles that were almost healed. He got them from today's fight. "What are you doing here?" I asked, observing the bruises. "I came to see if you were okay," he muttered in a low, rough tone. "Oh," I let out in surprise. But then I quickly said, "I am fine." It was just a push. I only got some scratches. I knew they would be fine soon.