Poked Eye Blood Spot Novels & Stories

AURORA Expecting red blood to drop, my eyes widened when I saw tiny blue liquid dropping into his mouth. I withdrew my hands immediately, opening my palms only to find that the cut had closed up but the remnants of the blue blood were still on it. I looked at my father and he gave me an apologetic look. What's going on?

"All right, young lady, please try to help me. If you open up to me in good faith, we'll find out more about you. Now let's take a look." She peers closer, almost putting his lips on Elmira's cheek. "Gentlemen, there is evidence of petechial haemorrhages, pinpoint, less than one millimetre on the eyelids. Then there is the lips, ears, face, and neck, consistent with lack of oxygen to the tissue." She holds up Elmira's arm to examine the flesh. "The scarring indicates a thermal injury to the left forearm and hand. Something very intense, perhaps a blast."

As he applied a tourniquet she passed out in shock. He searched for water to pour over a human child whose eyes had been caked shut by the dust and heat, only to discover that the eyeballs had ruptured, and what had glued the eyelashes shut was the child’s own flesh. His blood saved the child’s life but would not restore her sight.

"And?" "And she needs to go in for immediate surgery now," Doctlr Zachary said. "Here, look at these dark spots..." he pointed at some places on the pictures that were indistinguishable to Adam. "Thosr are blood clots. There is an increased pressure in her skull from the head trauma. It is a miracle that she is still somewhat functional till now." "Well, i would not want to test and see how far that "miracle" can sistain her," Doctor Hozel sneered. "And taking her in for surgery immediately. You will sign the form, Mr Levrone."

CHAPTER 32. Kidnapped The morning turned into the blackening evening while the search for missing kiara still continued. Billy worsened his physical conditions crying constantly without taking a pause for even a second. His fair chubby cheeks swelled up paling severely. His azure blue eyes were not any different from what his cheeks appeared like! He has puffed up the skin around his eyeballs that occurred as if someone hit him on the eyes.

I desired to see but my eyes couldn't comply with my wishes as what I saw was unexpectedly blurry. The strange effect suddenly phased off as I gazed at the reflection of myself in the mirror. I drove my right fingers through my hair and I watched this with my half opened eyes. When I was aware that I saw a thick goo flowing down from my nostrils and reaching for medial cleft, my eyes suddenly widened up. I was unaware of such situation and I had no idea of what this was. I touched it with my index finger and realised that it was blood.

You can see strands of it laying all over area. One of the eyeballs is missing, the socket looks like a deep black hole sitting on their face. It gives you a creepy feeling; almost like you could see deep in the soul. It’s eye is laying over to the side while the other is hanging loose out of the socket, blood leaking out of the tear ducts, almost as if the person was crying blood before they succumbed to the fatality of their wounds. The blood runs down the face, in a tear streak path, that leads past the nose to the mouth.

I was just wondering around when I saw the black mark on the leg of the puppy. Hell !!! Aries you forgot your Elixir again !!!

Mariko stood next to Marcus and held his hand to point out the fatal parts of the body. “The first fatal point is the eyes. Poke them in the eyes. Eyes are one of the primary points that you should learn. Because it was easy to punch or poke them even if they tried to strangle you on the ground. When you poker them in their eyes, they will probably turn their attention to their eyes.” Mariko informed them, which made the two boys nod.

Bright red spots covered their skin, some of them oozing pus where the children had scratched too hard. Camille pressed a hand to her mouth, and Kane immediately stepped forward. He crouched beside the nearest child, gently inspected the spots on their arms and face. “This isn’t just a rash,” he observed, turning his sharp gaze to me. I knelt beside him, examining another child. The spots were clustered and raw, and some even looked infected. A chill ran down my spine as possible recognition set in. “It looks like smallpox or one of the pox variants,” I murmured, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.