Poked Eye Blood Spot Novels & Stories

A throbbing pain on my forehead caught my attention and I moved my fingers slowly until I felt some wet liquid there. I thought it was sweat and wiped it before staring at my hand to find blood. My eyes bulged at the bright red color on my hand as my vision started getting fuzzy and blurred. Why was their blood on my forehead? The answer was standing proudly next to me as the world around me spined and the ground got closer.

“A word.” I follow him a few steps down the hallway, “What is it?” I ask. He lowers his voice. “I checked her shoulder, like you said.” My attention sharpens immediately. “And?” “There’s a puncture mark,” he replies. “It’s small and easy to miss if you’re not looking for it.” “What kind?” I ask.

Meredith’s POV Something warm trickles down the side of my face; it is sticky and makes my skin crawl. I touch the spot and pull my hand to find blood on my fingertips. What? I am bleeding? But how? I feel no pain. Slowly, I lift my gaze, and a scream leaves my lips. Johnathan’s lifeless eyes are staring right at me. He has blood spilling out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. His skin is completely pale, and the veins on his neck are a bright shade of blue.

Hayden pursed his thin lips and did not speak. His mother's tone gave him the feeling that his mother was very ill. She showed the results to the doctor. After the doctor read it, he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "It's an intracranial hemorrhage; you have to be hospitalized immediately." "Can I just take medicine first? I want to go to the ophthalmologist for an examination." "What's wrong with your eyes?" the doctor asked.

Its stomach was slightly bulged. Uno’s eyes, nose, and mouth bled and the room started to reek of blood.

H*ll would freeze over before she went to see the OB-GYN specialist with him in tow. … In the ophthalmologist's room. The elderly ophthalmologist spread open Jeremy's left eye and shone a flashlight on it to do a thorough check-up. Corinne, who was standing at the side, asked, "How is it, doctor? Is his eye okay?" The elderly ophthalmologist put down the flashlight and said, "Don't worry. It's nothing serious. The internal bleeding is caused by an external impact. I'll prescribe an anti-inflammatory eye drop which he needs to use three times daily and the blood clot should go away after a few days.

I should get off the floor and get back to bed. Lifting my arms from my knees, I looked down but stopped when I saw the inside of my elbow, where Sara had drawn blood. Dark blue veins were visible around the area where she had drawn blood. I might have never had my blood drawn like this, but I knew damn well that it wasn’t normal. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.” I repeated in my head as I stared at it. Maybe I wasn’t pregnant, and I had been infected. Panicked, I began looking over my body for signs that I had been scratched or bitten. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary when I was in the shower last, but I figured I missed something.

I lie on the floor, panting slightly in panic when I see the blood spreading on the floor alarmingly fast before dark spots fill my vision. I cut too deep.

I have almost slept only for five minutes, this explains why my eyes are still burning. "Blake?" I called his name but no response. "Blake, where are you?" I peeled the bedsheet off me before placing my feet on the cold tiles but felt the piercing pain under my feet like a sharp needle entered into my skin in one shot that made me stumble back and I fell down with my butt. There I saw red liquid is running everywhere from my feet just ahead of the broken glass which was stained with my blood. Damn!! No wonder why I have piercing pain! But... Broken glass?