Numb Spot On Back Below Shoulder Blade Novels & Stories

* She paused, taking stock of her various – *numerous­ ­*– aches and pains. Her shoulder blades were sore from where she’d laid pressed against the tub’s porcelain floor for too long. She grimaced – so was her back. Her wrists were on fire, and she’d bet her breakfast that she was sporting some gnarly bruises around her wrists, and – she moved a foot – *yep!*, around her ankles, too.

He rubbed area between my shoulder and top of my arm with cotton and before the needle could touch my skin a loud rough yet familiar growl stopped them. ' What the hell is happing here '...

They asked me to try and make sounds. I tried. Nothing came out. They all shook their heads. They could not find anything wrong. My mother looked so sad. “ Is there any problem?” I shook my head. But then I remembered my back. Maybe the healers could see the marks. Maybe they knew what the symbols meant. I turned around. I lifted my shirt a little to show my back to the female healers. They looked. "What are we looking for, dear?" one of them asked. I pointed to the place between my shoulders. The place that burned.

A vertical fold formed down the center of his back due to her pressure. His hand slid from the back of her neck to her shoulders. His fingers brushed along the edge of her collar, with his fingertips touching the skin just above her collarbone. The skin there was thinner than on the back of her neck. The collarbone formed a distinct ridge under the skin. His fingertips moved along that ridge from left to right, passing below her Adam’s apple and over the spot where her carotid artery pulsed. Her pulse beat once under his fingertips. Then another time. The rate was faster than that of her wrist.

The moment his back is exposed, my breath catches. The nail marks are even more swollen than before. Angry red lines crisscross his skin, and the purple discoloration has spread like dark bruises across his shoulder blades and down his spine. It looks worse. Much worse. Tears sting my eyes. I swallow them back and place both hands gently on his back, right over the worst of the marks. I close my eyes. Nothing happens the first time. So I try again. This time I push harder, reaching deeper for Skye's presence. Heat floods through my palms and into his back.

Because maybe during my one-hour sitting I suddenly felt numbness in my back. "Ouch!" I burst out in pain. "What happened, Triah?" The two of them immediately joined me and made me sit back, but I did not sit down. "No-No! I'm okay, I just need- ouch!" I stretched my whole waist right and left even though I still felt pain. "Are you really okay, Triah?" ani Karmi. "Ahhh! Success! Yes, I am fine! Maybe a vein just stuck to my waist. So, what?" I repeat the topic.

I can feel the smirk on his face pressing into my jaw. He had my back facing the mirror and I turn my head, my face smushed into his, cheek to cheek. I see a big ass bite mark on my back! It went from shoulder to shoulder and dips down in between my shoulder blades, like the bottom half of a circle. There was a big dark green toothprint on my right shoulder with three smaller tooth marks and some type of lavender angel figure in the middle? I'm not sure, followed by three small black marks and a large black toothprint on my left shoulder. It looks like a tricolor tattoo of a beastly bite mark and I kinda like it. It looks as if it's healing.

“Don’t worry, it should be normal dilated capillaries. I’ve checked myself and didn’t find any problems.” At first, she thought it might be rosacea. However, after observing it for two days, she found it was neither painful nor itchy, and it was not erythema or acne. As she spoke, she unbuttoned her pajamas, revealing a part of her smooth and fair back. Mable’s skin was very light, and her back had well-proportioned lines without excess fat. Blair stared at her back and immediately saw the red pattern on her back. His dark eyes suddenly widened! This was... He stared at the pattern on her back in disbelief, his face turning as white as paper.

The breath completely caught in my lungs. I’d seen him on the court plenty of times. I’d seen the flawless, cut muscles that the sports magazines obsessed over. But the candlelight didn't lie, and from this angle, without his jersey hiding it, the reality was devastating. Right across the center of his shoulder blades, cutting through the smooth skin, was a cluster of jagged, uneven lines. They weren't neat surgical incisions. They were rough. Twisted. Some were thick and raised, others faded to a sickening, pale silver.

​ "Look closely at the center of my back, right between the shoulder blades. Tell me if you see anything weird." ​ Elias stared, his brow furrowed. "Just scars, Em. Ronan’s burn mark is almost healed." ​ "No. The very center. A birthmark? A mole?" ​ He leaned in. "Wait. There is something. It's tiny, like a faded white scar, about the size of a dime. It's not a wound, Em. It looks… circular. Like a healed puncture wound, but not one Gareth would make." ​ It was then I felt it. The locket around my neck, which had been cold, suddenly felt icy. My skin, right above that spot between my shoulder blades, began to tingle, then burn with a deep, internal heat.