Internal Bleeding In Arm Novels & Stories

Her sleeve had been torn off and she held her arm tightly, panting heavily with her eyes closed. “Let me see.” I spoke softly. Slowly her eyes opened, blinking and slowly meeting my gaze. Seeing that I was actually here to help, she slowly let go of her arm. Blood covered her entire palm and as I stared at the wound on her arm, I wrinkled my forehead in worry. I could see deep into her flesh and the blood hadn’t stopped oozing. This wasn’t a good sign. I needed to find a way to stop the bleeding, quickly.

They pull. Montague and Jameson take the strain, holding me solid while Pearson and Henderson literally pull my leg straight. The bone slides back under the skin and I feel the most goddess-awful grinding. Edwardo pushes firmly on my thigh and I feel, sickeningly, the exact moment the bone ends reconnect. He looks up and smiles. “Good.” “The doctor is on his way,” he says, glancing toward the doors, “but before he gets here we need to tie off this bleeding. I’m concerned it may be your femoral artery.”

“I’ll punch them in the throat if they try.” “You and what army?” “Me and the left army that can still move.” She giggled. “Let’s not break the other arm, okay?” “Technically, it’s my collarbone. My right arm was just dislocated.” “Oh. Oh. Yeah. Totally better then, Mr. Internal Bleeding.” I laughed. “Are we really making jokes out of my injuries?” She reached up, kissing my jawline. “Do we really have any other reaction to this situation?”

Then it pulsed. Thin lines branching outward from a central point beneath her flesh. Veins of shadow spreads slowly, faintly glowing red beneath her skin. That had not been there before. I stepped closer. “What is that?” I demanded. The doctor barely glanced at it. “Subdermal hemorrhaging. Possibly a vascular reaction to trauma.” “It was not there,” I said sharply. He leaned closer this time, frowning. One of the nurses angled a brighter light toward her arm. The dark marking reacted, It shifted. Spreading slightly higher.

I don’t dare give her any painkillers because I need to know where it hurts and if she has any internal damage from where Zombie struck her. In the end, I manage to talk her into lying down on her bed and taking off her shirt so I can examine her thoroughly. She has several severe bruises starting to form, and her right arm is turning purple and blue. The cut on her left arm is luckily clean and even. There is no damage to the tendons, and the muscles will heal just fine. The fact that she hadn’t realized she was bleeding from her forehead is impressive. I have to wash off her entire face because she has blood all over it.

Mable took his pulse and found that his breathing was very disorganized and that he lost a lot of blood. “Did the injury on your arm injust a large blood vessel?” Otherwise, he could not have lost so much blood. Blair nodded and looked gently at her. “Mm. It bled quite a bit, but it’s fine now.” “Besides your arm, are you injured anywhere else?” Mable was still worried. “No.” Blair paused for a moment and spread his arms. “You can check if you don’t believe me.” “No… No need.” Mable withdrew her hand and stood up. “Rest well.”

"If that was the case, why the glass pieces were on the outside? If the thief was breaking the windows from the outside, it should shatter in your office's floor." Baron's eyes widen, and he gulped, "Ah, I think… AGH! Wait!!" Baron shouted and reflexively guard himself by covering his face with both arm when Cecilia going to throw the empty glass at him. But, she stopped when the glass almost touch his bandaged arm, "Look, you are showing the inner surface of your arm. But, how did the outer one which get hurt? Because you used your right hand to stab it. That why the wounded is a straight, long line from the elbow to the knuckles. It's supposed to be a bit sidling vertical short line. Am I

Ceres's POV The doctor, having completed the initial examination, straightened up, his face turning grim. "It's fairly serious. There's a tendon injury in his arm, and the bruising is extensive. If inflammation sets in, it could become dangerous. If the bone is cracked, that would be even worse." He turned to Richard. "Are you experiencing numbness in your arm, Alpha?" Richard gave a slow nod. The doctor exhaled sharply, his expression darkening. "That suggests a possible bone injury. You need to be hospitalized for further observation."

He didn’t need to ask—he could already tell that James Ritter’s son had feelings for her. At the same time, Diego noticed his son’s frustration as he watched Amora interact with Noel, unable to do anything about it. ‘Tch, useless,’ Diego muttered internally. Noel continued with his diagnosis. “The bruising isn’t too serious. However—” “However, what, Noel?” Amora cut in anxiously. “I’m just concerned there might be internal bleeding in his joints or muscles. It needs further examination,” Noel explained.

My eyes went to his hand which he wrapped around me as I stood in another position and my eyes went to his fisted outstretched arm to see red metallic substance dropping. Blood. Not just that, an arrow was stuck in his arm.