Poked Eye Blood Spot Novels & Stories

But the two in the corner stopped my heart. I knelt beside a small boy, no more than six years old. He was staring at the wall, a thousand miles away. His pupils were so big they swallowed his irises, and his skin was cool and clammy despite the afternoon heat. When I gently took his arm, I saw a series of small wounds along his forearm, bruised a strange yellowish-green. Puncture marks. A weight of dread gathered in the pit of my stomach. I smoothed his hair back gently and moved on to the next bed.

Her head was pounding, and when she touched her head, she saw blood on her fingers. Black spots danced in front of her eyes, and then everything went dark.

Just kill me now I raised up my head to watch Alonge, he looked unbothered like he knows what he was doing. "I'm not sleeping " Alonge replied, picking up a transparent glass of water and gently sipping the content. "Then why are your eyes like this?" Lolu asked again trying to roll up his eyes. Probably trying to hide the black spot of his eyeballs. "Like how? " Alonge asked dropping his fork and the glass of water. Why is he doing this? "Where is the dark part of your eyes? Is your eyes paining you? " Lolu asked again, he was such a precocious boy.

He pointed at Bella, as if she had any control over that. Clara rolled her eyes. “Now that the mother hen is gone, let’s take a look at you,” she said, retrieving a small eye light from her bag. Bella’s medical knowledge was limited to terms like Popsicle stick, eye light, and ear checker, but at least she knew what it was used for. “Look straight ahead for me,” Clara instructed, flashing the light in one eye, then the other. “I see veins,” Bella commented ctiously. “That’s normal,” Clara reassured, returning the light to her bag. “I don’t see any pupillary abnormalities, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you don’t have a concussion. Are you sure you didn’t fall?”

Jackson confesses. “I should probably place hair clips and ties on the back of each stool. Thanks for the idea.” I smile, and Jackson returns a genuine smile. Before bed, I type “dot+bruise+around eyes+after vomiting” into my internet browser. I find several online health sites call this a petechial hemorrhage. Seems my trouble breathing while puking causes them. They are mild compared to the petechial hemorrhages victims of suffocation display. I make a mental note to relax more when sick, so I might breathe better.

I worked in silence for a few minutes, carefully unwrapping the gauze. “Well, it doesn’t seem to have gotten infected so far,” I said, carefully inspecting the wound. “But it’s definitely a bite. I’m sure you already know that.” Eric clenched his jaw and looked away, but he didn’t need to give me an answer—I had known that it was a bite already, no matter how much he tried to hide it. Sighing, I slipped my small pen light out of my pocket. “I want to check your pupillary response,” I explained, flicking on the flashlight and shining it into first one eye, then the other. “Unresponsive pupils can be an early sign of Wolf’s Fury.”

I linked Aunt Viv telling her the same thing and that we would be back soon. “You have not caught what the kids are passing around. I am sure you know this. However, saying that you still could. As of now all your blood work looks great. Let’s have a look and see if we can see the little one.” Dr. Dorset said. Mykayla flinched and goose bumps formed on her stomach when Dr. Dorset dropped a decent amount of gel on her. I am guessing it was cold. She did apologize for it being cold. She moved the probe across Mykayla’s stomach stopping once she landed on what looked like a pocket of air. I heard Mykayla gasp as Dr. Dorset explained that the black area was fluid and that the small spot in the c

I was about to stand up, when a little girl with red eyes walked inside the room. “Dad! I need your help.” She yelled and ran toward Vladimir's arms. He kissed the girl's forehead and asked “What happened, baby?” The girl was almost in tears, her eyes were completely red, her irises were in fact deep red, and the white part was red from all the crying going on.

"No, I didn't see it happen. All I know is that the mark appeared right after..." Right after Henri kissed me. "Ma'am." "Nothing," I grimace. "I'm not sure how that mark got there, but I know that shortly after I discovered it, he started crying. Maybe he was stung by a bee?" "This is a puncture wound," the paramedic looks closely at the small bleeding hole. "But bee stings don't bleed like this. This looks like a syringe that wasn't properly aligned before being injected. Most likely done at an odd angle."

“Gross, I feel like I’m about to lose our breakfast. I’m going to make this quick.” “Good. Hurry up, Rana. Answer the doc’s questions.” “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Dr. Meadows is staring at my eyes; she must’ve noticed the small black spot next to my iris grow larger, then engulf the iris, creating a larger iris and pupil that is a brighter color than my human eye color. “Amazing.” “Hello Doc.” “Hello Rana, that eye thing, that’s incredible.”