Mirko Injury Novels & Stories

Pain. For one confused second, I lay beneath him staring at the dark sky. The memorial fire cracked behind us, and wolves began shouting from every direction. “Attacker in the trees!” “Protect the Luna!” “Seal the border!” Modric shifted his weight away from me. That was when I saw the arrow. It had entered his left shoulder from behind, just below the joint. Dark wood rose from his body at an angle, the feathers trembling with every breath he took. Blood spread across his shirt.

Mauricio, dressed in a suit, stood on the stage with his arms spread wide, soaking in the cheers from the fans. At the press conference that followed, a reporter asked, "Coach Hudson, we've heard that one of your key players is injured. Will that affect the strength of your starting lineup?" Mauricio picked up the microphone and sneered. "Are you talking about Christian Reyna?" He paused on purpose so the cameras could focus on him. "He has an old Achilles injury, but it's nothing serious." He leaned back in his chair and continued arrogantly, "Our new tactical system is perfect. It doesn't rely on any single player.

While Enzo touched Mikael's rib section, he hissed in pain, squeezing his eyes shut. "This is going to hurt, I'm really sorry" Enzo said and moved Mikael onto his side. Mikael shoved a fist into his mouth to stifle a cry. I became even more worried when Lorenzo's expression changed. "Shit" he cursed under his breath. "What? What's wrong with his ribs?" I asked. "They are misaligned" "What?" "It's terrible. It needs to be fixed" Lorenzo said. "Does he need a surgery for that?" I asked with a shaky voice.

"we are talking to you." Not wanting to waste time on the fake people, Jeff ignored them once more. "You bastard. Grew sim white didn't you." Micky raised the baseball bat in his hand, about to slam it on his head when Jeff moved. Swiftly taking the wooden weapon out of the enemies hand and jabbing it into his stomach with an unparallel violence. "Fuck..fuck...Micky are you okay?" Navina rushed to the injured boy's side. Worriedly checking out his pained stomach.

The last time he had come all the way to see her, she hadn’t even kept him for dinner. “Long time no see,” Miranda said, looking up at him. Then she noticed a scar a couple inches long near his temple. It was faint, but it had clearly needed stitches. Her expression changed immediately, and she stepped closer to look at it. “What happened to you?” Mike lifted a hand and touched it casually. “A bullet grazed me. It’s nothing. Just a scratch.” Miranda’s breath caught for a moment. She couldn’t even imagine how close that bullet must have come to his eye.

“I didn’t mean to… What happened?” “Come on, Babe.” I take his hand and lead him past the gawking humans. When I look at him again, his eyes flicker black. Ghost is still trying to take control. “Give me your keys. I’ll drive.” “I-I’m sor- Ah! Ow!” Milo presses his hand against his forehead and leans forward. He slows to a stop and crouches down in pain. “Knock it off, bro! Ah, shit.” Another couple walks past us with concerned looks. I hear the pop of his bones beginning to stretch.

Antonio helped his wife up before they quickly made their way to the lady. "We're his parents," Antonio said. He hoped to God Marco was alright. "Okay. Well good morning. I'm Doctor Diana," The lady greeted as they were in the early hours of Sunday morning. "Mr. Rodriguez is in very good hands with us here. His injuries are not that serious as it could have been. He suffered a dislocated shoulder that had been put back in place. His body suffered a lot of trauma from the impact so he shut down. He will heal at his own time, "The doctor said, smiling at him.

Lamia was going to kill me if I had seriously hurt her best friend in what was meant to be a friendly sparing match. I see movement and slowly Mike gets up with the help of his mate. “I’m okay!” He calls out raising an arm to our audience. “I'm okay,” He says again then meets my worried gaze with a cheesy ass grin. “Fuck King, that hurt!” He laughs. I let go of the breath I was holding, relieved he wasn’t too damaged. I knew his wolf would heal him, but I wasn’t sure how bad the damage to him was. Mike limps over to Hunji and I walk the short distance joining them. “You, okay?” I see the way Mike holds his ribs and winces when he turns.

I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from crying. Maybe we can talk about custody. He's getting married and having a kid is a huge hindrance to his reputation. As soon as we entered the room, I sprinted over to Miko, who was now awake and lying on the bed. On his left knee, he has a bandage, which made me relieved that his life is not in danger. Thank God! "Miko! I'm sorry!" I sobbed as I wrapped him in my arms. "I am fine, Mommy. The car didn't hit me. I only fainted because it was scary."

Mike explained. “When the boys were al 12 or so I clearlyl remember Manny getting seriously hurt. It was said that him and Mano were in a shoot out and he got shot. Later it was found that he was injured when someone stabbed him. Our doctor was able to get a hold of the report and it was said that they had to remove his spleen and that the knife did more damage than what they originally thought.” David said.