Pulsating Shoulder Blade Pain Novels & Stories

From the feel of it, the bone must have shifted from its socket during the fall, the skin around is equally bruised and battered. I wince while trying to sit up with one arm and then bite on my lower lip, counting to ten backwards. Once I reach one, I push back at my shoulder with enough force to pop the bone back into its usual spot. “Aaargh!!” I scream from the pain that wrecks through my entire body from the shoulder. It dissipates in seconds, leaving an only slightly throbbing shoulder with a joint that is too weak to be used for now. I fall on my back, gasping for air and taking a break from the pain.

I reached Timberland running all the way till here briefly being in my thoughts, don't even I remember as to when that happened. "Okay, get up buddy." He helped me get on my legs but hell, the pain shot sharp down the length of my arm causing my muscle to contract and shrink in response of the pain. "Shit, you shoulder!" I looked at where he indicated. "Igh shit, that looks awful." whining at it I saw how badly have my skin slitted from along the line of collar bone ending right above my heart. He hissed regretfully seeing how my visible flesh moved as the blood oozes out like an aggressive river flowing during rainstorm. I attempted to pull together the slit and close it nonetheless it stai

“Not that specific configuration of pain.” My pulse gave a single, hard jump against my throat. But his gaze dropped to the artery instantly. “You’re hallucinating,” I said, resuming the grind. “No. You’ve been avoiding the full rotation of your left shoulder since the supply wagons arrived, and your hand keeps dropping toward an empty sheath every time the wind catches the canvas.” The breath caught behind my ribs, tight and dry. I forced my muscles to maintain the slow, rhythmic movement of the pestle, refusing to give him another point. “You analyze too much.”

I folded it and pressed again until the bleeding slowed. My hands were shaking as I reached for the vegetables. I pulled out a carrot and a knife and set them on the cutting board, but my fingers couldn't seem to grip the handle properly. The knife clattered against the board, and I had to stop and press my palms flat against the counter and take a breath. My shoulder throbbed with every heartbeat, and my jaw was stiff and sore, and I could already feel the swelling starting to puff up the skin under my chin.

I suspected that the Chinese food I ate at lunch was just giving me problem since I have been having indigestion for the last couple of day. It wasn’t until I started feeling a great pain in my right shoulder and my arm, followed with the pain in front of my neck and then up to my jaw, I knew something was really wrong. I leaned over the wall because I felt a sudden punch, more like a sledgehammer to my chest that was giving me a hard time from standing.

"Mostly my ribs, but I feel it in my shoulders too, my spine and it sometimes feels like someone is drilling into my bones." He watched ne carefully. "How often do you feel the pain?" "Every day." I sighed. "The medication only dulls the pain for some time." "Is there dizziness?" I nodded, "Yes, with shortness of breath and vomiting. It's just getting progressively worse." He didn't say a word afterward; he only continued to write, with a sudden rush of adrenaline all over his body. I noticed how rigid he had become and I decided that was probably the best time to drop the nastiest part of all these.

Every exhale is too shallow to matter. I press my palm to my sternum because the motion feels like something. It does not help. The pressure only grows. A sharp, stabbing ache shoots into my left shoulder and down my arm. My body jerks with the force of it. Darko. I can’t feel him at all, like he's completely gone. The bond that has been steady since I was a kid is fraying. Panic wedges through the pain. He is not just weak. He is not there.

Like someone I should know but didn’t. A sudden pain shot through my shoulder, making me gasp. I turned slightly, pulling down the loose neckline of my shirt to look. My heart stopped. There, just below my neck and stretching towards my shoulder, was a mark. A faint glowing crescent shape, pulsing softly under my skin like living fire. “What… what is that?” I whispered to myself, my voice shaking.

His movements were practiced and gentle. After shifting the fabric aside, he studied my shoulder in silence. A long sigh escaped him. "Your shoulder is red... and swollen." His fingertips carefully explored the injured area. Every single poke shot straight through my shoulder and into my chest, making my jaw clench so tightly my teeth almost creaked. The pain was sharp enough to leave my vision swimming for a second. His lips pressed into a thoughtful line as he continued examining the joint. "Technically, the swelling should have gone down by now."

Her fingers clenched the bedsheet beneath her without realizing it. Then the pain hit. A dull, heavy throb spread across her shoulder like a bruise that had decided to wake up with her. It wasn’t sharp anymore, not like it had been last night when her body had slammed into the wall and the breath had been ripped straight out of her lungs. Now it pulsed steadily under her skin, a deep bruise blooming beneath bone. Dakota swallowed and shifted slightly. Instant regret.