Pierced Ears Bleeding Novels & Stories

I groan as the sharp pain makes my ears hurt as well. ‘Calm down,’ Amaia says gently. I let out a shaky sigh. Sweat trickles down my forehead and it is then that I realise that something is trickling out of my ears and nose. Thinking it’s sweat, I wipe it with my fingers only to realize that it is not sweat, but blood. I can only stare at the red-stained fingers in astonishment and…. Fear. Because despite being a doctor, I am not sure what is wrong with me. ~~~~~~

My mouth was half-opened as he walked away. What is he even saying? He suddenly turned. “You should visit the clinic, your ear is bleeding” I raised my hand to touch my ear and I saw blood. WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?

Moving my hair to the side, I saw where it was coming from: two distinct puncture wounds just a couple inches down from my ear. My stomach dropped.

No one else will do, even if I’m not the only one for him now. A painful ripping sensation tears through my awareness, bringing me more to the present than I was. The injury is too high on my body, just below my ear near my temporomandibular joint. It tugs and rips opens my skin from my left ear, across my mandible, up across my cheek, ending at my nose. And there’s a matching one from a claw, starting at my bicep moving across my chest. The warmth of blood running down my neck and my chest faintly register, as do the sounds of growls and fists hitting flesh.

Looking down at his trouser, I smell blood on it before I actually see it. I hesitate before my hands reach out to pull his trouser off him. I also let it drop to the floor then I get a wet towel and a bowl of water to clean his body and his face. When doing so, I see that the blood was coming out of his ears too and the wound, it has grown bigger. It almost looks like it's pulsing and by the way he grunts when I touch it, it's painful. It may have been the thing that caused him so much pain.

I was startled by the sudden noise. Only then did I touch my ears. The blood had already dried and some red scabs came off. The touch brought back a twinge of pain to my ears. My ears were bleeding and I didn’t even notice. Jane patted my hand. "Why are you so stubborn? Doesn't it hurt?" With that, she took out an iodine cotton swab from her bag, tied my hair up, and carefully disinfected my ears. "How did this happen?"

“Arghhh!” I let go of the pistol. The thud to the ground was somewhat deafening. I reached for my ears, gripping it tightly, but the ringing only seemed to grow louder. Slowly I fell to the ground from the pain in my head and ears. I was almost certain that my ears were bleeding at this point. The ringing had amplified a thousand notches, leaving me groaning and grasping for air that was just out of reach.

I had no choice but to sink to the ground. Gritting my teeth, I smash my hands over my ears as hard as possible, but the never-ending screeching continued to seep through the shield my hands were trying to create. I felt slick warm blood slip through my fingers as my eardrums burst, releasing a scream of pain of my own.

he asked "Nah, I'm fine, I already had something at Justin's." The name pulled a string at Zayn's heart again and all he could manage was "oh." He swallowed and gave a little nod but then his eyes caught something glitter on Will's ears, he squinted and closed up the distance between them as he reached out to get whatever was on it off "You have somethi..." He paused his hand mid-way and blinked at the piercings, a short dangling black cross hung down the tip of Will's ear, he could make out three silver studs trail up to the last ring at the top. With his eyes still glued on it he said "You pierced."

I want promises and I want forever. “Is this alright?” he murmurs, his fingers brushing the torn edge of my sweatshirt. I nod again, too exhausted to speak. Slowly, he lifts the fabric peeling it away from my skin and I never want to see them again. As his gaze flickers over me, I notice something that makes my stomach twist. “Your ear…” I whisper. “It is bleeding.” He reaches up, touching it like he had not even noticed, “It is nothing,” he says with a small shrug. “Just a scratch.”