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I watched Lina writhe on the bed, her fingers clawing at her cheeks like she could rip the pain off her skin. "It hurts," she cried. "It hurts so much!" Shit, again? It'd been a month. A full month of nonstop whining, sobbing, and groaning from Lina. Her face was still stuck in that weird half-rotted state, patches of gray and green discoloration creeping across her jawline and neck like bruises that never faded. Nothing healed it. Not ointments, not magic, not healers, not even the dumb prayers from those elders.

Adelia was eager to ask, but didn't have enough courage to do so she just swallowed her saliva roughly and continued her task of rubbing the wound caused by being knocked to the floor full of bottle debris during the fight with Edward earlier. “I was hit by a burning log as a child,” Afgan said in a flat voice, as if he understood what was in Adelia's heart. Adelia gently stroked the burn that consisted of flesh that grew irregularly like real skin. “Does it hurt?”

Some parts had turned dark red as if he had bled for a while; some were bright red as if the blood had just come out. Lydia was blaming herself and was about to cry. Vince comforted her. "I'm all right now. I was excited last night, and maybe the wound tore, so there was some blood. It's okay." "Does it hurt?" Lydia's fingers gently traced the skin next to the wound and blew gently into it. In the past, when she was hurt from a fall, her parents didn't care about her, and only the servants blew on her like that to relieve the pain, so now she wanted to make Vince not be in pain in this way.

The fact that she's acting like I didn't just act like a total douchebag almost wrecking the entire house. Gently applying the iodine that stings like hell, I can't help but stare at sia. They way she's so focused on my lips, the little doctor I need in my cursed life. Is right here… . *

Hearing the facts straight from the dragon’s mouth, so to speak, is sure to be far, far more enlightening. “That does sound good. I’m kinda tired, and my neck is killing me.” the shock of landing here distracted me from the pain for a little while, but the searing pain where Gabe marked me is growing. I can feel it winding it's way down my back, across my shoulder, curling around my arm, like a vine dipped in wolfsbane spreading across my skin. Pure panic fills me when I crane my neck to look down at my shoulder and I see what looks like cracks filled with lava in my skin. They glow deep orange and red, their ends curl in on themselves in what would be beautiful, decorative spirals in any ot

My stomach fluttered as our eyes met. “Go claim our prize, Raina.” Hera yipped, impatiently wagging her tail. It was at this time that the pain in my body escalated. My bleeding rib cage burned and stung as sweat from my body trickled down into it. The heat from the hot sun’s rays charred all my lacerations. A bath was what I required. Lowering my eyes, I moved off but stumbled. My head hurt. My arms pained me. My legs felt hot.

"Is it really this?" - Jasmine slept in her luxury penthouse at 3:00 a.m. Her left palm itched. She scratched, feeling sharp pain and stickiness. As she switched on the light, horror struck. Her scar had torn open. Bloody trails covered her bed. Worse, her left palm continued to itch. She called 911. - Lugh fell off his bed. His stomach hurt— he had scratched his surgical wound bloody. His heart raced, compelled to scratch. "The doctor! Call the doctor now!" he bellowed at his nurses, trying to fight the pain with mystique power.

Loud and cruel. “Oh, don’t be dramatic,” she said, waving her hand like she’d swatted a fly. “It’s just a little heat. You’ve survived worse, haven’t you, sweetheart?” I clutched my face, gasping, eyes stinging. The pain was sharp, intense and maddening, like my skin was being peeled open. “You really are fragile,” Liana sneered, circling me like a shark. “Didn’t think someone who stole a Luna’s mate would be so pathetic.”

"No! HiVi where? Where are you?" He managed to get inside the room, where HiVi was once lock crawling so bad, finding his way to the nearest clothes to breathe the remaining scent without breathing in, thinking it will ease the pain, but no. And tears of fire rushed through the line of his consciousness, he pressed and scratched his mark. "Argh!" He scream after the pain intensify. "No! Don't, please, HiVi just come back and I'll be good" The mark was burning from the inside, eating his flesh raw from the outside becoming wounds.

The ointment had a strong mixture of herbs so that explains the harsh sting Jay was experiencing right now. The younger gave Iandor a lazy smile. "Its okay." he breathed out. Jay was laying on his back after Iandor had done with the injury on his nape which was far more painful then the ones on his chest, but hey, he likes the way Iandor gets all flustered and worried every time Jay lets out a cry of pain.