Shoulder Blade Hurts When I Cough Novels & Stories

A small plastic square, unassuming and utterly out of reach. I let out a quiet breath. Reaching it looked like a monumental task. I inhaled carefully and shifted my weight, inching toward the left. The pain hit instantly. Not sharp—searing. It exploded through my shoulder like fire under my skin, ripping a sound from my throat before I could stop it. The noise came out wrong—too raw to be a cry, too broken to be a growl. It startled me. That definitely would have been heard. Instinct took over. My right hand flew to my left shoulder, fingers pressing down as if I could physically hold the pain in place. The pressure met thick bandaging.

I cough heavily and very often, each time the pain in my throat increases, Naoki notices. "Did the smoke hurt him?" I cough coughing without understanding, the cough I was feeling was a little bit stronger and I felt a little burning in my throat. "I'm fine" I try not to worry him, however, my voice is already a little choked and hoarse. "princess I don't think I'm fine.... Stay here, I'll go get some water" I feel like my chest is going to burst out at any moment, I hold my hands to my chest and grimace from the pain in my throat that feels so horrible.

My ankles swung slightly in the air, as my bare feet hit the cold floor. My feet still ached a lot more than I wanted to admit, although most of my pains came from my legs. I was used to pain, even though I hated it, but my shoulders hurt, especially over my left shoulder blade. And my ribs were sore…well, more sore than they usually would be. I assumed it was because I didn’t exercise properly recently.

My heartbeat was pounding when I saw Liam and another man in a suit with a stethoscope around his neck sitting on the couch. “Where’s Ethan?” I breathed, “Is he okay?” Liam gave me a small smile as the doctor explained that he got a rotator cuff injury which was a common injury in swimmers. He would have inflammation in his injured shoulder for a few days and wouldn’t be able to swim for a couple of weeks. I thanked him when he took his leave after prescribing a painkiller and asked to ice his shoulder twice a day and call him if the pain worsened. “Thank you for calling me,” I said to Liam, his grey eyes looking anywhere but at me. He nodded, sliding his hands in his pockets when he stood u

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.

A dull throb pulses through my side, steady now, not sharp like before but deep enough to make every breath uncomfortable. I inhale slowly. It still hurts. I push through it. “Move,” I tell myself under my breath, forcing my hand to press harder into the ground as I try again to lift my weight. My arm shakes. My shoulder protests. My body gives me just enough to shift slightly before it drops me back down harder than I want. A quiet groan slips out before I can stop it. “Yeah… that’s not good,” I mutter, my voice low, a faint edge of frustration slipping through despite everything.

And nothing that sounded like a setup either. I let go immediately. "Oh my God." I stepped back, looking at him with genuine alarm. "Are you okay?" He breathed through it for a second with his jaw tightening. "Yeah. Sure. Just…" He pressed his left hand carefully over the shoulder. "My shoulder is still healing from all of that." He tried to crane his neck around to look at the spot and couldn't get the angle properly. "I can't even reach the spot that hurts." He said it with real pain sitting underneath the words.

I blushed again, looking down to hide my cheeks when he asked. He laughed before diving into the pool. He stood in front of me, parted my thighs, and then stood in between them. I know where he was going with the items. Before leaning forward, he gave me a sinister smile. I wanted to return his smile, but I felt a lump in my throat, which caused me to cough loudly. "What happened? Are you all right?" he inquired, suddenly concerned. I agreed by nodding. I believe it is due to the fruits I recently consumed. But the coughing soon became unbearable, and I couldn't even breathe. I felt a heaviness in my chest. I was on the verge of puking. My body gradually began to itch, which intensified with

"However, if you notice any increase in swelling, any difficulty breathing, any feeling like your throat is closing up, you need to tell someone immediately, understood?" "Understood," I said. He moved on to my ribs next, and his expression became more serious. "I'm going to need to lift your shirt to examine your ribs properly," he said. "Is that alright?" I nodded and he carefully lifted the hem of my shirt, exposing my ribs and stomach. I heard Tristan suck in a sharp breath and when I looked down, I saw why. The bruising on my ribs was extensive, dark purple and blue spreading across my entire right side.

[Present] I let out a loud cough, feeling like someone is squeezing my windpipe. Leaning forward, I open my mouth wide and inhale sharply. Harvey comes behind me and pats my back with his gloved hand, telling me to take slow deep breaths. After a moment, the feeling goes away. I look at Harvey, wide-eyed. "What the fuck just happened?" My throat is still stinging with pain as if a porcupine is crawling through it.