Shoulder Blade Hurts When I Cough Novels & Stories

Whoever my savor was muttered. The fresh air burned as it replaced the smoke, making me cough so violently that I thought a lung was going to come out. A sharp pain shot down my body as my other shoulder got hastily put back into it’s socket. My wolf was so pissed that she was working double time to get everything back into place. “Breathe!” I heard a man’s voice pull at my face. His hands wrapped around my cheeks as if he was examining every inch of me. However, there wasn’t any tingles.

“You would look cute yelling at me in a hospital.” I glared, pressing the ice a little firmer. “Not funny.” His breath hitched, then he relaxed slowly, letting the cold seep in. The muscles under my hand were tense, and trembling. Then, I asked again, “What happened?” He didn’t answer right away. Just stared at the ceiling, his jaw tightening again. “Jaxon.” He swallowed hard. “It’s my shoulder, I had an injury in highschool....that left my shoulder fractured and it never healed right.”

I heaved a sigh as I moved to sit up but I felt a sharp pain from my ribs. "Ugh," I groaned in pain, closing my eyes and waiting for the annoying pain to reduce. Slowly, I managed to sit up but not without getting the same pain again. I groaned. Letting out a sigh, I looked around me. I don't see Pablo anywhere. I winced the minute I felt another pain but from my shoulder. Fuck you, Carlos! I looked at my shoulder where the bandage is. It has a little blood on it. I looked down at my ribs. The bandage around it has blood on it as well.

"What?!" I nod my head slightly."She attacked me while I was on a-a wa-walk and was taking me to Shadow. I-I managed-" I broke off, my mouth opening wide as I screamed silently in pain. My shoulder was spasming and it felt like my bone was about to pop out. "Heyyy, it's okay. Breathe through it." Caleb coached me while he applied pressure on that spot. "You okay now?" He asked several minutes later and I nodded in confirmation.

I wasn't sure if I was disappointed in Dad for not caring about his son's shoulder, or in myself for expecting anything from him. Roland found me in the waiting area a few minutes later. He didn’t stay long, obviously still pissed. Coach and Ryder came in not long after, walking in together. Coach still looked shaken from what happened on the field. “How bad?” he asked as he sat across from me. “Torn rotator cuff. Eight weeks, minimum.” I kept my voice flat. “No practice and no contact. Nothing.” Coach let out a long breath and rubbed his face. “Eight weeks.”

I already know how to get there… I just can’t do it alone. I stare up at the ceiling like an idiot, as if it might blink back at me with divine wisdom. It doesn’t. Of course it doesn’t. Then something slams into me. A sudden, sharp ache blooms deep in my shoulder, and I jolt upright with a gasp. What the hell? The pain radiates outward like fire licking through my veins. Before I can even process it, another jab slices up my neck. I choke. My lungs refuse to expand. I can’t breathe.