Mirko Injury Novels & Stories

"Maybe fifteen or so? Nothing too serious, thankfully. A few training injuries, some minor illnesses," I tried to focus on the conversation, but Mikhail's foot had started sliding up my calf. "The worst was probably John. He managed to dislocate his shoulder during drills." "John always manages to hurt himself in the most dramatic ways possible," Mikhail commented, and his voice was perfectly normal, like he wasn't currently trailing his foot higher up my leg. "Remember last month when he somehow gave himself a black eye with his own shield?" Dimitri chuckled. "How does someone even manage that?"

I can’t believe what she’s accusing me of and neither can anyone else, as both Mike and Meme scream, “Lala” “You guys were there! Why are you all acting like this?”, she turns her anger from me to them and Jonny locks his arms around her. “Detente, mi Amor”, (stop it, my love) he whispers, causing tears to angrily stream down her face. “Loyalty, I’d never hurt a fucking kid even if she wasn’t mine! You can’t seriously tell me you walked around the last three years thinking I’d hurt her if I ever found out about her”, I stated.

he asks, jerking his head towards me. “Her blood pressure is low,” she says as Mikolaj leans back just enough for her to unbuckle the chest plate. I sit up, watching as they carefully lift the armor off him. As he removes the thin fabric, I see the deep bruising that spreads across his side. His whole right side is red and swollen. “Oh my God,” I gasp, my hand flying to my mouth. “It will turn an angry blue and purple in few hours,” she comments, gently prodding his spine and Mikolaj winches hard. “Yup, broken ribs, for sure.”

“We ran into some trouble. By the time we got into the greenhouse, the storm was too windy for Abella to fly, and Tink may have broken her foot, so she couldn’t come. I’ve never seen her so angry.” “And you? You got hurt?” “Aye, I did.” Cecilia pulled down the top of her dress, revealing a scar. “That knife was not of this world.” “Yeah, well it belongs to the Mandragora now.” Mike sat down, leaning against the wall. His whole body hurt now, his muscles cramping. “Is Naia okay?” “Yes. She knew you were still alive, so she wasn’t too worried.” Cecilia stood. “I must report back to the others that you are safe.”

“Remind me to visit the hospital tomorrow.” The person on the other end seemed to ask something. Leonel paused briefly. “If it’s a back injury, send supplements too. Maybe then he’ll stop ending up bedridden.” Back injury? Navia froze slightly. Immediately, she remembered what Louis had mentioned earlier. Marcus Morgan? The last time she saw him at the Love Bridge, he’d already been injured around the waist and ribs. Later, after Jason stepped in during the confrontation, the injury had probably worsened badly enough to land him back in the hospital.

He knew Nicolas’ son; he was a great neurosurgeon and would surely get a free place in the ward. “I'm not going anywhere!” At this point, Michael, taking advantage of a moment of his friend's inattention, broke away and immediately overpowered Alex. Knowing that a few weeks ago during training he had suffered a serious injury to his right collarbone, he twisted his right arm with all his strength and this time he pressed him against the desk. In an instant, Alex's face turned green with pain. ‘Look, you little punk! Your teachings did not go in vain!’ Michel thought as he was so proud of his achievement.

“Not everything is your fault, Maverick. Sometimes shit just happens, and we are left playing life with the shitty hand we have.” I snort a laugh, moving to walk away, as my jaw clenches in pain. This injury is bad, but it’s not life threatening and it will only hurt for a little while. But I’ll be damned if I don’t admit it hurts. “Grab a ride with Dennis.” Milo motions for him to come and Dennis hustles over, putting his arm around me as he helps me hobble toward the back end of a lifted truck. “You are actually in pain this time?” Dennis asks, amused.

This was a blade wound. "Mira!" I yelled out. She spun around. Her shirt was back up over her shoulder before I could get close. She looked at me with a face that gave away nothing. "Oh, you're back. When did you get in?" she said, looking innocent. "What was that?" "What?" "How did you get that injury on your shoulder?" She held my gaze and shook her head. "It's nothing." "That's a deep cut, Mira. No claw can give you that kind of injury. I saw you after your last match, you weren't hurt on your arm. So how did that happen?"

Mikel said raising up his track for me to see where he was injured Mikel really thought I was stupid if he thought I was just going to let this slide because I started showing concern. His injury looks infected. “Let’s go to my room,I have a first aid kit” “Thank you for understanding” I didn’t understand what he was thankful for but I wasn’t going to ask him any of those questions. “Put your infected legs on the side chair”I told him He did as I said,I was about to apply a lotion on it when Killian walked in.

Mirko. But just before I stepped out, his voice stopped me in my tracks. "Don't disappoint my trust in you this time, Vincenzo" I turned to him and nodded before shutting the door behind me. My anger back on Mirko. As if summoned by my fury, he appeared at the end of the corridor, that smug smile plastered across his face—one I was dying to rip off. The moment he stopped in front of me, my fist flew without hesitation, slamming into his jaw and sending him sprawling.