Novel & Cerita Muka Sebelah Kiri Sakit

I kicked at it once, twice, but it wouldn't budge. “Shit.” I muttered, my arms feeling heavy. Being sick was screwing me over big time because my muscles burned just from moving and dizziness hit me in waves. I couldn't drag Marco out if I was feeling this way. The back window was cracked but intact, no, wait, the side one by me was shattered, shards on the seat.

The Glock still in my hand, I return it to its holster before I drop it. My elbows are banging from one impact or another and my knees too. I stoop to look and find ripped holes in my trousers dribbling blood. When I move my left arm, the shoulder wails a protest and my ribs sing a descant. My left buttock adds a throbbing bass to the symphony of pain. Oddly, the right buttock feels fine; about the only part of me that does. Puzzled, I reach around, prodding at myself, to discover it was my hip flask that took the damage.

Next thing I know there is a searing pain in my left calf. “Well, well, well, Callum. Looks like you’ve gotten yourself into a wee bit of trouble here, haven’t you?”

My left side felt like someone had taken a crowbar to my ribs, my head was an experiment in pain I hadn't consented to, and my throat felt like I'd swallowed the entire river rather than just most of it. I tried to sit up. The pain that exploded through my left side was so immediate and violent that I hissed. And a firm hand came to my shoulder. "Easy." A male voice spoke. "You have three cracked ribs on the left side. Sitting up fast is going to be a no from your body for awhile." I turned my head. The man beside me was early thirties, and had a blank expression. He was sitting in a chair like someone who had been there for hours.

"It has healed well enough. The pain is mostly gone now." He gave a small grunt, not quite satisfied. "That is not what I asked." I let out a breath. "...It still aches a little when the weather turns or when I push too hard. But I manage." "I thought so," he said, folding his arms behind his back in that familiar stance. "You favor your left side more when you grow tired. I have seen it these past few days." A faint smile tugged at my lips. "You always notice the small things."

My eyes were first pierced by the sunrays coming from the window and I shut it immediately. I tried to lift myself off the bed but I felt a sharp pain on the left side of my body and fell back to the bed. "What's going on?" I muttered and immediately opened my eyes to see where the pain was coming from. A thick, white gauze was wrapped around my upper body and there was a wide red patch on the left side of my body. What the hell happened? My finger tips crawled to the spot that had been stained in blood and when I touched it, a slight pain shot up my head.

I let out a loud moan. Mia held her left side. Trying to get rid of the pain. Nothing seemed to work. Laying on the ground helpless. Her throat dry as the Sahara Desert. Clapping of her tough to get some saliva. Feeling around her arms, she noticed that there was something that shouldn’t be there. Mia tried to place her focus on her arm to identify what was on it. But it was no use. Deciding it was no use to fight the tiredness she felt. Keeping her eyes closed, just to fall asleep again.

Even his usual sharpness did not interfere. And Mairiko also saw traces of ugly wounds on the body and one, especially terrible, on the side - as if something had crushed the ribs, pushing them inward. She knew: in bad weather, or if you work too hard, such a wound will whine like a rotten tooth and give no rest. But Kleskh never came to the doctor's office. - Hurts? the healer asked, nodding at his mangled side. - No. “I could…” She held out her hand, about to touch it.

It was the scar in the inner side of my right lap. “Oh my god.”

Rudra says. "He is right. Are you hurt anywhere else?" Shobha asks. I think for a minute which is difficult then I feel pain at my lower right side. I touch it to see the material is teared but was hidden because of my dupatta and feel wetness. "On my side too. I think." I say as I take the dupatta aside and see a redness soaked there too. Rudra is bent to see that too and I can feel smoke coming out of him.