Shoulder Blade Hurts When I Cough Novels & Stories

"Even so, you could have spoken up first. And you slipped away so fast. You were clearly the one too scared to face her." Gregory's lips twitched slightly, then he suddenly coughed uncontrollably. It took a while before he managed to recover. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Still pretending, huh?" Louie clicked his tongue in annoyance. Gregory's coughing was due to lung damage from internal injuries. Although he had undergone surgery and wasn't coughing up blood anymore, he was still in recovery. It was normal for him to cough occasionally. He just needed to follow his treatment plan and get enough rest to fully heal.

I feel my ribs bust and a growl of pain vibrates hugely from my throat as I cough out blood. I fight the blackness creeping into my vision but that's nearly impossible as gravity takes effect, slamming my eyes close. . . TBC.

“God—” My hand flew to my temple, fingers pressing hard like I could hold my head together, like it wasn’t about to split open. The movement tugged at something else, and a sharp, tearing ache ripped through my shoulder. “Holy shit!“ I cussed under my breath, gripping my shoulder. The ache slowly spread from my shoulder down my arm in a hot, throbbing wave, stealing the strength from my fingers. My arm sagged uselessly at my side, heavy and wrong.

He merely nodded in acknowledgment. “Bennedith here is complaining of acute pain in his navel and lower right abdomen. He said his pain is most severe when he coughs, walks, or makes sudden jarring movements. He also said he is nauseous and has vomited thrice today,” Ameera explained.

With a flick of his wrist, he draped it over my shoulders. My torn shirt was covered completely at once, leaving only a small frayed edge of chiffon at the collar visible. "Can you move?" I nodded, using his arm for support as I stood up, wincing in pain and drawing in a sharp breath. The moment my back touched the leather surface, the wound on my shoulder blade was jolted sharply. I could no longer hold back the pained groan that escaped my lips, and beads of cold sweat broke out on my forehead, soaking my hairline.

ADRIAN I woke up to the steady hum of pain in my ribs and shoulder. Not the sharp, white-hot agony from before, but more like a dull and insistent ache that reminded me I was still alive, but just barely. Even breathing hurt so much, and I gasped for air.

It doesn’t even budge a little bit. I try again, using my body weight and leaning into my arm. Again, the window doesn’t open, and a frustrated scream tears from me, sending me into another coughing fit. A painful scraping feeling claws at my throat with each cough, making me wince. At the same time, my eyes grow tired and begin stinging. I rub at them, but it seems to only make them water, which blurs my vision even more. Shouldn’t someone see this? My neighbors?

He touched his shoulder only to realise that he was bleeding heavily and the crimson liquid went unnoticed till now due to the black of the shirt he was wearing. He was feeling a buzzing sensation around his shoulder blade which he ignored. But after around ten seconds, a burning and achy pain set in, making him grunt. His eyebrows were drawn together while his eyes were squeezed. His lips parted and his muscles were tensed, trying to escape the immense pain. That damned bullet might have penetrated a few of his muscle layers, or maybe that bullet was embedded in the infraspinatus muscle. The pain was so agonising that he wished he could pass out to stop it. "Fuck!" He cursed under his breat

He flinched slightly but didn't speak. "The rotator cuff and scapular stabilizers are locked," she continued. "If they stay that way, your whole shoulder girdle will overcompensate. Your next punch, the strain will hit your trap or your bicep. You won't be able to lift your arm—except out of anger. And anger won't get you through five hundred rounds." Lennox slowly turned his head, his eyes narrowing like ice. "Don't lecture me." "I'm not lecturing," Sloane replied calmly. "I'm informing. This isn't a power struggle. It's biomechanics."

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