Internal Bleeding In Arm Novels & Stories

He is a good boy and the thought of him dying hurts me. “Will he be okay?” I ask the doctor, who ignores me as he checks Trevor over. The nurse that is strapping machine wires to him does however look over at me and she tells me, “He has an arterial bleed, where the bite ripped both his ulnar artery and his radial artery, both located in the forearm. He has lost most of his body's blood volume which is why he is in an unstable condition. There is not enough blood left in his body to make his heart pump properly and to feed his other organs, such as his lungs and his brain.” “Fuck.” That sounds bad.

My shoulders feel stiff, but that’s from holding still too long. I pause at my left arm and roll the sleeve back out of habit. I’ve cleaned and dressed every injury I’ve had since arriving. I would have noticed something new. That certainty is still there when my fingers stop. There’s a faint line just below my inner elbow and it's darker than the rest of me, like something pressed from beneath rather than cut from above.

I cried out; ‘Please! No! Stop!’. I begged, but he just ignored me, my cries and pleading only seemed to encourage him more. Against my better judgment, I looked down and was horrified by what I saw. No wonder what he was doing hurt so much, my arm was starting to turn purple and the pressure build-up was so intense, It felt like my fingers were going to explode! It continued until my whole arm, from fingertip to shoulder started to tingle with painful pins and needles.

The other car driver's door was pried open, and soon, a young man was helped out. It was Stanley. He did not seem to have sustained serious injuries. While I was lifted onto the stretcher, my left arm was bent at an unnatural angle. I could hear the paramedics shouting urgently. “It seems like a bone fracture. There could be internal bleeding. Hurry up!” When I was being rushed down the hospital corridor, I was blinded by the lights overhead. I was wheeled into the emergency room. The doctor told me I might have sustained a concussion and that my left arm was fractured. I was informed they would have to check for internal bleeding as well.

Arman became so possessive when it comes to me. Jake takes a deep breath, and stays where he was standing, then says, “I am here for her, she needs me. I’m a doctor, and I need to know what happened to her arm.” "What are you talking about?" I asked with a puzzled look on my face. I gave a soft gasp when I saw that my numb left arm was bleeding, and it looked like a long claw had dug into it.

In an effort to show I was fine, I held my arms up in front of myself. Instead of being scratch-free, a trail of blood was rolling down my left arm. "Are you serious..." I muttered underneath my breath, quickly pulling my arm into my chest so I could inspect it. I hadn't noticed the pain before. It wasn't anything bad, just a skinned elbow from falling.

You took a heavy blunt force blow to the abdomen less than three hours ago during your ride, didn't you? The Lieutenant's face hardened, his jaw clenching. That's none of your business, rat. It is my business when you're standing in front of my face dripping clear peritoneal fluid from your nose mixed with blood, Valerie fired back, her words hitting him like a physical slap. You think it's just a rib fracture from a rough trail. It's not. You have a hidden, high velocity internal abdominal hemorrhage. If you don't drop to your knees right now and elevate your legs, your blood pressure will plunge to zero in less than sixty seconds.

Did we manage to ignore it? I was about to ask it when I noticed my arm was filled with blood. But I was not in any kind of pain! I still started checking my arms when I noticed his white t-shirt was filled with blood, and it was his blood as he got hurt in his arm because of the Silver knife.

I had and IV in my arm pumping fluids. "You have internal bleeding. You need surgery." She frowned. "Who did this to you?" "I don't want to talk about it. I-I-I need rest-" I slipped back into the darkness once more. I woke again an hour later, maybe two. This time the stranger was talking to the doctor. His face was grim and angry. I tried to listen before they noticed I was awake. "She has internal bleeding. She needs surgery Bran. She needs it before it's too late." The doctor was frowning.

Geez, it was just my arm, I'm sure everything is fine. "Ms Raymond, your son suffered a bullet through the elbow and apart from substantial blood loss, there is a slight dislocation. Since he is conscious now, we will need to perform a minor surgery to rectify the situation." The doctor continued authoritatively, literally ignoring everyone else in the room.