Shoulder Blade Hurts When I Cough Novels & Stories

My shoulder was aching painfully. A loud growl ripped through the air, and I felt something push my attacker off me. I couldn't see but I could hear a fight going on. Biting, growling and the sounds of bones breaking. The smell of blood filled the air and then silence. I tried to sit up, but my neck and shoulder were burning up.

He was standing near the bed, trying to pull his shirt off with one arm, and the movement made him wince so badly that he stopped halfway and just stood there with the fabric bunched around his neck. "Let me help." He turned around. "It's fine." "Your shoulder is clearly not fine." I walked into the room and closed the door behind me. "Sit down." "Lyra." "Sit. Down." He sat on the edge of the bed, and I carefully helped him pull the shirt over his head. The bruise on his left shoulder was deep and dark, spreading from the joint down toward his ribs in a pattern that told me something heavy had landed on him during the collapse. It wasn't broken, but the tissue damage was significant enough t

He gave her a look, and she narrowed her eyes. He picked up the case and shouldered his way into the foyer. Pain sliced up his arm, and he stopped in his tracks, sucking in air. Every surface was covered in a thick layer of dust, and he started coughing. “Are you okay?” she asked, putting a hand on his arm. “Fine,” he choked. It took another minute, but he eventually got his breathing back under control. His shoulder throbbed and the pain moved down his arm to his fingers.

He’d thrown that damn ball with all of his strength—and then a pop, a tear, and so much pain that he’d fallen to his knees in agony. Carter rubbed his aching right shoulder. It always ached these days, especially when it was damp. Ironic, given that he lived in one of the dampest regions in the United States. He’d done as his orthopedic surgeon had told him and had let his shoulder heal. He’d taken it slowly with physical therapy. He’d played by the rules for a year, but during his last checkup, his surgeon had shaken his head and told him that it wasn’t looking good for his return.

🫶 LEXI 🫶 A sharp, burning pain exploded through my left shoulder. "Ahhh!" I cried out and collapsed onto my knees, clutching the spot as though something had pierced straight through me. It hurt. It hurt so much. My breathing became ragged as wave after wave of agony shot through my body. "W-Why...?" My fingers dug into my shoulder. There was no wound. No blood either. Then why did it feel like I'd been struck? My eyes lifted to look at him.

"If there are no other symptoms, you don't need to worry. But if the cough worsens, we might need a nebulizer," said the doctor. "Okay, I got it. I'm really sorry to trouble you, doctor." "No problem. Take care." After the doctor left the ward, Mrs. Larson sat by the bedside and asked softly, "Madam, do you feel uncomfortable elsewhere?" Josephine pointed to her neck. "Here." She let out another cough and felt her throat hurt. She also had some difficulties in breathing, but she didn't know how to express herself. She only knew that she felt uncomfortable there.

Gripping the bar firmly with both hands, she inhaled deeply and pushed upward with all her strength. The barbell rose. Slowly. Forty-five kilograms hovered above her chest as her arms strained toward full extension. Just as they neared the top— Her right shoulder suddenly trembled. A sharp wobble ran through the bar. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Then— Bang! The barbell slipped from her grip and crashed down at an angle, slamming painfully against her chest and shoulder. A tearing pain shot through Poppy’s right shoulder, and cold sweat instantly beaded along her temples.

Her hand stopped in midair before she could hide the reaction. Devon was beside her almost immediately, but his fingers halted a few inches from her arm. “Did the shoulder catch when you reached forward?” The concern in his voice sharpened without becoming panic. “Tell me where it hurts.” Romy lowered her arm carefully. “Above the old injury. It’s only the muscle tightening.” His gaze dropped to the recovery patches. “Will one of those help?” “It should. Miller wants me to use one tonight if the area stiffens.” Devon picked up the packet and read the placement diagram rather than assuming the answer. “The patch sits above the shoulder blade. You’ll have to twist the joint to reach it properl

Tyler is awake when I’m finally allowed in. He’s sitting up on the exam table with his injured arm braced stiffly at his side. His shoulder is wrapped and an ice pack is balanced carefully against it. There’s a faint sheen of sweat along his temple, but otherwise, he looks composed. A doctor stands in front of him with a clipboard in hand. “You were already compensating for a rib contusion,” she says firmly. “Now you’ve aggravated your shoulder and caused a possible partial tear.”

“Hmm, is it that you don't want to tell me or…” “I just don't think it's something you should hear now. Emotional distress. Mental health…” I gave her a look she bit her lips, still standing there rather than doing the obvious. I tried to adjust my position in the bed, pushing myself up slightly with my good arm. Pain exploded through my left shoulder. I grunted, collapsing back against the pillows. "Don't move," the nurse said quickly, moving closer. "You'll tear the stitches." I breathed through the pain, waiting for it to settle from screaming to just aching. My right hand moved instinctively to my throat, seeking comfort in... what?