Mirko Injury Novels & Stories

she asked. He shook his head. The small movement made his neck and back ache. "Try not to move, sweetie," she said. "You're pretty banged up." Mike tried to speak again. His voice rasped roughly. "Where am I?" Sarah, leaned closer. "You're in the ICU in the hospital, sweetheart. You were in an accident. You were the most seriously hurt out of all of us." He felt her tender caress across his forehead. "You've got cracked ribs, and the doctor was afraid you wouldn't wake up, as you had a nasty bang on your head."

Arm bandaged up where he'd sustained injury from Istanbul’s fight. Bukky, solid and unmoved, was already leaning forward like he’d read the blood between the lines. He appeared to be speaking. His right leg and arm were bandaged too. Milo was listening and speaking once. With bandages wrapped around this head and neck. Not like I didn't hurt myself, but I could do without the bandages. I didn't want to feel like a victim. There were glasses of alcohol on the table, in front of each one of them.

He completed and my eyes went wide. “As soon as we realized, they are here for you, we rushed however…” he stopped and my breathing went uneven. “H---how is Mirage?” I questioned with my bones breaking, I find it impossible to stand and my whole body is shattering piece by piece. “He is under going surgery now… he has fifteen broken bones, lethal blood lo---”

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Tsuki Miki was falling towards some ruins, there was an earthquake, he fell from the crater, falling towards cracks and with a part of his trunk being pierced, vertically. He had a sharp rock, which had pierced him vertically, its fine point, with a thick extension, pierced from his shoulder towards a lung. As he broke his spine with the fall, at that time, Tsuki Miki didn't know if he was going to die from the haemorrhaged, or from his punctured lung, or if they stayed alive on a bed. There were numerous buildings in ruins, in addition to sharp rocks, close to his spine, the fall itself that made him break his spine, he did not move, above him, he had seen, not counting the fact that sharp

his image started repeating the sentence. “Stop it! Stop it!!!” shouted Michelangelo and punched the mirror before him. The glass shattered with a sharp clunk and fell to his feet. Severino came running after hearing the noise. “Michel!” he shouted and ran towards him. “What did you do?” He wrapped his handkerchief around Michelangelo’s palm and stopped the mild bleeding.

I give him a quick kiss and leave the room. The others are my family and some soldiers. Gregório is fine, he was shot in the stomach and shoulder, but when I go to his room he already has his suit intact and is standing up. Victório only has an open wrist, as incredible as it may seem and among the main soldiers, Damiano is the one who was most affected, but from what he told me, he won't be long in being discharged.