Obito Hole In Chest Novels & Stories

But as our eyes met, my heart split in two. “Tobias?” I cried and dragged myself up his body to his side. He was sitting up against the side of the cabin. His usually dark skin was terribly grey and dripping with sweat. There was a hole in his chest, long and very deep, that sat just to the left of his heart. Although blood was covering his chest, arms, and hands, the wound itself was no longer bleeding. The stench of death was all over him. His arm came around my side to my hip and he basically pulled me half on top of him.

“That’s all it is.” Dr. Walker’s expression doesn’t change. He sets the chart down and clasps his hands in front of him. “We ran some tests after you were admitted. Your asthma certainly contributed to your breathing difficulties, but it’s not the root cause.” He pauses, letting the words sink in. “You have a congenital heart defect. Specifically, a hole in your heart.”

Her chest tightened. At first, it was subtle—an uncomfortable pressure, like a hand gently pressing down on her sternum. She shifted, thinking it was just the stress from the day catching up with her. But the pressure grew stronger, more persistent. Her breath hitched as her heart began to pound erratically, a sharp, stabbing pain radiating through her chest. Scarlet froze, her hand instinctively flying to her chest as her pulse raced out of control. The room seemed to tilt for a moment, her vision blurring at the edges. Panic surged through her veins as the pain intensified, each heartbeat echoing like a drum in her ears.

I grabbed my phone again. This time, Dr. Chen answered my call after several rings. "Enzo, you okay? I just got out of the lab. Sorry." "I think I need a pulse oximeter, Doc." "The chest pain and shortness of breath only got worse?" "Yeah," I choked out amid a loud cough. My entire chest, back, and abdominal area would ache every single time I let out a cough. My head throbbed, and my throat felt like I swallowed a bunch of blades.

“We can fucking fix this.” Tony rips open Seb’s shirt and puts out a hand. I shuck my jacket and hand it to him like we’ve been doing this all our lives. Haven’t we? But as I look at Seb’s pale chest, my stomach sinks. According to Domino, I took one bitch of a shot in the lung. These Russians don’t have that dignity. It looks like they hit him with fucking buckshot, but each of the dozen holes are as deep as a usual bullet.

He got out of that shitty situation. He glanced around again. A few cars sped by. Not one driver paused to take a look at him. Maybe they all thought he was just a regular jogger in the area. He looked ahead and kept up his brisk steps. He could taste his own blood from his cut lip, and he could smell his own sweat, but he wasn't coughing up blood yet. Good sign. The consistent, annoying pain in his lower chest area whenever he breathed in was a symptom of something serious, though. The slight swelling and tenderness around his lower ribs, coupled with a little pinkish bruising on his abdomen, were also telltale signs.

I was so happy he was back and okay. Larminiel had Stoic placed in a single room in the medical wing. He removed Stoic's large tunic revealing the gravity of the situation. He had a very large hole in his chest, the size of a fist. Larminiel had started healing his tissue, small strings starting to connect to one another again. I went around the other side of Stoic and held his hand. I closed my eyes and focused on my healing magic. I brought it forward, healing every wound along the way to the large hole in his torso.

But as our eyes met, my heart split in two. “Tobias?” I cried and dragged myself up his body to his side. He was sitting up against the side of the cabin. His usually dark skin was terribly grey and dripping with sweat. There was a hole in his chest, long and very deep, that sat just to the left of his heart. Although blood was covering his chest, arms, and hands, the wound itself was no longer bleeding. The stench of death was all over him. His arm came around my side to my hip and he basically pulled me half on top of him.

Tobe and I both stare at him, unable to look away from what's left of his mangled body. There are several crescent-shaped bite marks along his shoulders, stomach, and what's left of his face. There's a large hole in his stomach, and I can see some of his intestines trailing out. That, plus the scent of blood and the sound of buzzing flies nearly drives me to my knees, and I have to fight to push back the nausea bubbling up.

“You of all beings are not usually easy to surprise.” Atropos and Clotho both set their eyeless sockets on the place on Levi’s chest where the gaping hole from Ares’ spear is located. My eyes do a double take when I follow their gazes to his chest and find that the once gaping hole that was going straight through Levi’s chest is quickly knitting itself back together before my eyes.