Piercing Bump Popped Bleeding Novels & Stories

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.

The sudden ear piercing sound flinched me to which I instantly jumped back covering my ears not knowing what just happened. As I slightly lifted my head up, I saw nothing, but him seethe in anger as he had his clenching fist banged on his glass table smashing the surface glass into a number of pieces around him... He stood up from the chair pushing it back whilst he was giving his best look of death at me. A deep pang of worry which had hidden somewhere inside my broken heart crept into me when the stream of blood started running down the knuckles of his right arm. My eyes went wide in disbelief.... I could not resist myself from jerking my body front seeing him bleeding....

I ordered, as my gaze moved between the stats and the bleeding. Slowly his stats started to improve and there wasn’t nearly as much blood as there had been. Releasing the air, I had been holding, I held out my other hand and asked for the clamps. With the bleeding now under control, I was able to see that it had been a blown blood vessel, nothing that I couldn’t easily repair.

As he pulled, blood then went inside the tubing. Emily didn’t wince. She felt pride rushing inside her as she was right, it wouldn’t hurt but, she did feel a quick shot of pain like an ant biting into her skin. The doctor pulled back and immediately capped the needle. He applied a band-aid on her puncture site and made sure it was sealed. “And that’s that.” Doctor Phillips smiled at her, “Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Emily, you may now go back to your room. I will inform Doctor Aznar of the results tomorrow.”

I feel the thread tug through my skin — not painful, exactly, but strange, like someone’s pulling fishing line through leather. “Why am I not out like Damion?” I ask to occupy my mind, scared Charlie might come back with another song. “His allergy made things worse … for one … maybe you didn’t ingest as much … lots of factors can play a role,” the Doc explains while focused on my wound. I remember that I didn’t finish my cocktail. Damion downed his in one go. “Five stitches, all done,” Doc says, “Now to fix your other problem.” I clamp my legs together like I’m trying to crush a walnut between my knees. It’s no use — my balls feel like they’re under high-pressure inflation. Regardless, I’m s

she asked as if her joy was a balloon, and I had popped it with a sharp needle. "I bled from my noes on two occasions. The first one was four days ago while I was brushing my teeth, and the second occasion was in the shower before I came here." I said, and she gently sat on her chair. "Was it much or little?" she asked. "I had to stuff cotton wool in my nostrils for the first one, but the second one wasn't much," I explained, and she nodded. "I would need to scan your head and run some tests. Shall we do it this evening after I have prepared everything?" she asked, and I nodded, okay with her suggestions.

The same spot he had held the other time I pushed him. And this time, he was groaning in pain. "What is it? Let me see." He removed his hand from the place and I raised his shirt high enough for me to be able to see the bandage soaked with blood. "Your wound is bleeding!" I exclaimed. I must have punctured it when I pushed him. "Hold on. I need to stop the bleeding. Press onto it tightly." I told him as I ran around my stall, half confused on where to check for what I needed. Fresh bandages were in his room and it was raining heavily outside.

Sia began again, “She is injured and feverish.” The little lady with all the piercing came forward and asked, “Why didn’t you tell us sooner, kid?” Then waved her hand. “Let’s check you up and then we’ll see what you need. Come.” We followed her into a small room. There were two adjustable chairs, like one would find in the hospitals. She motioned for me to get on one and then without saying a word, she grabbed for my top and looked at the poor job I had done to Band-Aid it. “Damn, girl, that must be hurting like a bitch.” She whistled low, the piercing on her tongue winking. “Let me grab my man, you'd need stitches and a lot of booze.” With that she sailed out of the room.

“I’m Dr. Zane. I’ll be running a blood test. Results will take about ten minutes. Permission to proceed?” “Yes,” Maddox said quickly. Dr. Zane readied a syringe. I froze, panic bubbling. “Maddox, save me! He’s going to stab me!” He blinked. “Really, Maya? You have a septum piercing. A belly piercing. And you’re scared of this tiny needle?” I squeezed my eyes shut as the needle pricked my skin. “Ouch!” Blood filled the vial. Zane studied it under a scanner, his brow furrowing. “Hmm.”

I took a deep breath, and wiped my tears, waiting for her answer. Pearl bit her lip and said softly to me, "Tracy, you are bleeding. Let me bandage you first, and then explain to you, OK?" Seeing the concern in her eyes, I couldn't refuse her request. She got up and took the medicine box on the table, took out the hemostatic powder, applied it to my neck, and then took out a bandage to bind my wound.