Shoulder Blade Hurts When I Cough Novels & Stories

“You’re not going to call them, are you?’ I avoided his gaze and stared down at the pattern of the carpet. “Blair, I’m saying this as a doctor and hopefully, as a friend. Please, get the therapy for your shoulder as soon as possible. It might never heal fully because of how much time has passed, but you might be able to regain some more mobility with time.” I bit my lip. My shoulder was restricting me. I couldn’t afford to not be able to use my right arm properly. That wasn’t logical and, when possible, I tried to always use logic. I nodded slowly and Blake smiled, reminding me how good looking he actually was.

They've been nailing our men to the ground with these fucking silver rods. We can't move once this is through us. Especially when it's through our torso. If it would have been through a fleshy part of my leg or arm, I might have been able to tear it out. But unfortunately, this is through my shoulder, just under my collarbone. I literally can't move. The pain is excruciating, the silver burns so bad. It feels like it's seeping into my veins. But I know that it's impossible, it's too soon... At least I think so.

It’s a hit. A bad one. There’s a sharp crack as my shoulder smashes into the boards, and a jagged white-hot pain shoots through me. “Dom! Dom!” someone’s yelling. Hands on me, tugging at me. I grit my teeth so hard it feels like they’ll crack too. Goddammit. My arm’s useless. My ribs feel like they’ve caved in. It’s bad. I can feel the bones grinding. But I can also feel them… moving. Already.

Goddess help me, just a little farther. I’m sure I have at least one broken rib. I stop for a second. The pain in my chest shoots straight through causing me to fall to my knees. I cough and the pain fills my vision with only colors. It’s like looking through a kaleidoscope. As vision returns, the world looks blurry, out of focus, and tilted to the side. I long to take a deep breath as air starvation has my lungs begging to open, but the pain is too great, the best I can manage is short barky, ragged breaths.

As I tried to breathe, choking on the hot liquid, the sky returned to its usual darkness, leaving me alone with the weight of what had just happened. Strong arms dragged me out, and I felt something thrown over my body. Gideon then slapped my back, and I spewed all the water from my lungs. The air burned my throat and chest when I could finally take a breath. I thought it was over, but a sudden searing pain ran through my shoulder and slivered near my heart. It was so intense that I thought I was going to pass out and die. I lifted my head and let out a horrible scream. Gideon’s eyes widened as he stopped my nails from clawing at the skin of my neck and shoulder.

"It was a piece of cake." Qin Haodong smiled and turned back to the young policeman next to him and said, "If I'm right, your left shoulder was injured once; you suffer from periarthritis humeroscapularis because of an improper treatment. It hurts badly when it rains on a cloudy day, or if you exert too much strength, right?" "Yes... yes... It's true. My arm was injured during my training, and then it worsened as you said." The young policeman said excitedly, "Little brother, can you cure my disease?"

“Just be still.” I try to follow his direction but the vibration that hits my lungs is too much for me to handle. I lean into his hand, wrapping my own around his as I go into a coughing fit that I can’t stop. I fight desperately to breathe despite the pain of my lungs refusing to open. I can feel Dr. Moore lean into me in an effort to keep me still without adding restrictions to my breathing. I whine quietly as the attack settles down. I’m exhausted and my chest hurts.

He instructed me dotingly, glaring at me a little when I tried to move my upper body as if I were trying to dance. I pouted, giving him a puppy look. “This doesn’t work on me.” He sang teasingly, and I grimaced. But he was right. My shoulder was still hurting. Yuna told me that my shoulder blade got a nasty cut and it will take time to heal on its own. "Go to the room. I will come after parking the car." Cody instructed me calmly when he stopped the car at the entrance of the hospital. "Okay." I replied while moving my head a little and then got out of the car. I thought about buying some flowers for my mother earlier, but I dropped the idea.

The weight lifts. I don't move. I don't breathe. I press my forehead to the cold ground and breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth and shake. The heat is still in my blood. Fainter now, receding, but present, a low hum where there was nothing before. A frequency. A channel that has been switched on and doesn't know how to switch back off. My shoulder is wrong. My palms are torn. Something in my ribs when I breathe in, not broken, maybe, but not right.

Pain shot through my shoulder, but I pushed myself up, panting. Silence.