Is Blood Pooling In Hands Normal Novels & Stories

No location, no memory of arriving here, nothing before the cold and the dark and this unbearable pain at the back of my skull. I sat up slowly and that was when I saw the blood, dark and pooled on the ground where my head had been, soaked through the collar and chest of a dress that even ruined was clearly worth a big fortune. I touched the back of my skull where the pain was worst and my fingers came back wet with blood. Then I touched my forehead, searching for a wound because the amount of blood underneath me made no sense otherwise, and found nothing. I immediately noticed the hands, and brought them up to my face. The hands were tiny with smooth skin, soft pinkish palm, the kind of han

“You're OK?” He discreetly pointed at my hands—my clenched fists. Only then did I notice a streak of blood flowing from the side of my palm. I winced as I uncurled my hands, withdrawing the claws from the flesh of my palms. I was too nervous to register my nails elongating…

He knew she would end up guessing the truth! He quickly changed the topic and asked, "Why weren't you home just now? You look exhausted too. Haven't you been sleeping well lately?" As a miracle doctor, he noticed her bloodshot eyes and the dark circles around her eyes. He could also tell that her body seemed overly exhausted lately. Suddenly, he saw the bruises on her hands. The bruises weren't littered around her arm but near the knuckles of her hands. In a normal situation, bruising would only occur in such a place after fighting someone.

Too many shifts. The way every fertility specialist I had seen for three years had read mine. My hands went cold at the wrists first, then at the fingertips. It is the first thing that happens in hypovolemic shock. I knew the order like a nursery rhyme. I turned toward the door. Sophia was leaning against the frame. How long she had been there I did not know. She wore the same wool coat from the morning. She had the settled look of someone who'd enjoyed the show.

"Sure." She hung up and saw the photo her bodyguard sent her. She zoomed in on the photo and noticed the abnormality in the data. She had anemia butt her blood coagulation was abnormal.

The carpet was soft under my bare feet as I went to him, taking his hand to guide him towards the bathroom. It was only when my skin touched his that I felt it—something cold and slick. ‘What’s on your hand?’ I let go, frowning, and looked down at my own palm. In the sliver of moonlight from the window, I saw it. A dark, wet smear across my skin. Blood.

Looking down I watch as the blood wells up from the open wound across my hand. “Place your hand over the bowl Avalon.” Mr Streeter encourages. I move my hand to the bowl and watch the blood fall into the now half full bowl of blood. I watch with interest as the red gushing from my hand swirls with flecks of gold. I stand transfixed. Its not the first time I have bled, not by any stretch. But its the first time I have noticed the strange gold that swims within my life force.

When she's finally calmed down, she removed her palm from her mouth and her heart shattered, her body turned cold and her eyes widen with shock and fear on seeing the blood on her palm. She's just coughed out blood. Blood!! "What's this?" She staggered back. Her legs felt weak and she dropped to her knees, still staring at her palm in shock. "Blood? B b but why? W why blood? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" She muttered to herself. Something suddenly occurred to her that this might be due to stress, she didn't want to think worse of anything, so she decided to just agree with her thought that this might be due to stress.

But what made me freeze, what made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up was the blood on her hand. It was bright, fresh, and streaked across her palm like she’d just stabbed someone and hadn’t bothered to wipe it off yet.

Aayana's pov - I am continuously calling her but there was no response. Her pale face is piercing my heart. What should I do to give her relief? There is no water bottle that can help her to bring in sense. I am so tense about what to do !!! And I can see her blood still flowing from her hand. It needs to be tied with something to reduce the blood flow.