How To Crack A Shoulder Blade Novels & Stories

Chapter Six Mira's POV The medic pressed two fingers against my ribs. I winced. "Breath out," she said. "Slowly." I exhaled. Pain gripped my side like an electric shock. She nodded. "Not broken. But close." Thank Goodness. She moved to my shoulder next. She rotated it carefully and I bit my lip, trying not to scream. The pain in my shoulder was worse than the ribs. I had known that since the moment Caden knocked me down.

She was sharp, unyielding, like a blade unsheathed. The cane swung down again, and Harvey's eyes immediately widened as he subconsciously stopped breathing. "You'll only hurt your own hand if you use the cane like that," Finnegan's calm and instructive voice came from behind Elara. He stepped forward, and his large, calloused hand covered the back of hers, enclosing it completely. "Use your upper arm. Rotate from the elbow. Open your scapula. Let the power come from your waist—bring it down like this."

I breathed in and gripped the wrists of the vampire before he could grab my face or neck. Another vampire grabbed my right shoulder and tugged, causing my hold to loosen over the one trying to claw my eyes out. I shook my head, and pulled my neck forward, only for the third vampire to come and hold my left shoulder. Using all my force, I tugged the right vampire forward, causing his back to smash against the ground. A sickening crack sounded in the air as the vampire on the left side harshly jerked at my left arm, making my shoulder move at a weird angle.

I wasn't sure why or how I was bleeding but I would try to piece it together when I was out of this mess. Sitting up straight, I began to edge my bound hands down my back. Then, I bent forward and began wriggling so my hands could slide down my ass but the action was harder to do than I imagined. Tears pricked my eyes and eventually spilled at the gut-churning pain when my muscles stretched and the wound in my shoulder became aggravated—a shoulder I truly thought was about to dislocate. I didn't give up though. I fought through the pain and struggled until my hands finally slid down my ass.

she asked suddenly, glancing up at me. I stiffened. “It’s fine.” “Jaxon.” “I’m managing it.” “That’s not what I asked.” I sighed. “A couple days ago. I did some stretches.” She shook her head, setting the ice pack aside. “Lie down on your back.” “What?” “Just do it. I found this massage technique online that’s supposed to help with shoulder mobility. I want to try it out on you.” I raised an eyebrow but did as she said, stretching out on the couch. Hazel climbed on top of me, resting her body against my groin, and my brain went into overdrive.

Between my shoulders and wrists being dislocated and my legs not actually holding up my weight, my face crashed into the floor and I struggled to get up. Looking up at the wall, the chains that held me, snaked through small holes in the wall to the other side. Pulling on the chain, even more came through. Is this what he meant by saying he was giving us time together? I looked back over at Hector. He was still on all fours, eyes looking straight down at the ground. Putting my hands against the wall, I took a deep breath and slammed my wrists back into the socket. As I flexed my wrists, they crackled but it seemed to work and stay in place. I’m sure it would have hurt but there were upsides t