Popped Blood Vessel On Arm Novels & Stories

A piece cut through my arm. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, trying to sit up as I held my bleeding arm. I saw a shadow of someone.

she replied. Clutching tightly at her arm, he then said, “Listen to me, Vee. I need you to use your hand and work with me to bandage your wound.” Vivian had already calmed down after getting used to the darkness. She knew there were a lot of arteries and veins in the human thighs. Once injured, it might lead to massive blood loss and eventually, death. She did not want to die yet, or at least, she did not want to die here. She asked calmly, “Is it an artery or a vein?”

The pain came without warning. Not the dull pulse I’d gotten used to, the low constant reminder that the curse was there and moving. This was different. This was every nerve in my left arm lighting up at once, a white hot thing that started at my wrist and drove straight up to my shoulder, and I knocked the report off the desk getting my sleeve up. The veins had crossed my elbow. I sat very still and breathed through it, both hands flat on the desk, watching the black lines pulse visibly under my skin. Moving. I could actually see them moving, slow and deliberate, branching.

“I SWEAR YOU TWO.” Elijah let me go from his grip. But that didn’t stop him from landing a blow on my pretty face. The crack was sickening, a wet snap of cartilage. My head snapped back, a spray of dark blood arching through the air to spatter against the cream-colored wall. I wiped my jaw with the back of my hand, looking at the crimson smear. “Feel better Big brother?” I laughed. A low, guttural sound that bubbled up through the blood on my mouth.

Every few minutes, I stopped to puke or run out to get some fresh air before continuing. I was now dumping the poop into sacks when I slipped. In order to brace myself against something, I pushed myself toward one of the stable doors. Unfortunately for me, it had protruding sharp nails on it. By the time I realised it, it was already too late. I scratched my arm hard against them. I cried out as pain spread across the arm. "Shit!" I cussed as I stared at the ugly deep red line running almost up my elbow. Within seconds, blood started gushing out of the cut.

I placed my head on his chest right above his heart, his faint beatings of heart audible. I tightened my embrace, earning a pained hiss from him, as his back stiffed. Now when I noticed, I felt some liquid trickling down my arm that was wrapped around his back. I looked up at him confused, as I removed my hand, and looked at it. Blood! His blood! I looked up at him, as he gave me a small smile. My hand visibly trembled as I shrieked in pain. "Ar-Arman?" I looked up at him with shock

Pulling back the curtain, their eyes fell upon Angelia hunched on the floor. An infusion rack had struck her left arm’s joint, leaving it swollen and inflamed. ‘It hurts!’ Angelia cradled her aching arm, tears gathering in her eyes. Callie, Wendy and Jamison, who’d just arrived on the scene, all bent down to help her up. ‘What happened?’ Jamison quickly assessed Angelia’s condition, his voice filled with concern. A patient sitting up in a nearby bed spoke anxiously, ‘When the explosion happened, the infusion stand nearly struck me. Dr Hawthorne shielded me, but her arm got hurt. Please help her!’

Carlos shot me a disappointed look, as though he knew what was coming next. Before I could even form a thought, I felt a sharp, burning pain in my arm. My scream pierced the air as I looked down and saw blood gushing from a bullet wound in my left arm. The world tilted for a moment, and all I could focus on was the pain that pulsed with each beat of my heart.

He holds out his hand, grasping the other man’s in a friendly, peacekeeping shake that lasts less than a second. “Careful, buddy. Looks like you hurt yourself.” The man lifts his arm, puzzled to find thick red blood streaming down his pale flesh, past his wrists and into the sleeve of his suit. He seems to be unable to grasp what just happened, and I don’t blame him, because neither can I— at least, until I notice the two vertical cuts slicing his wrist. They are claw shaped. Deep. And they run parallel to the long vein in his inner arm. In fact, they barely missed it.