Shoulder Blade Hurts When I Cough Novels & Stories

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

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.

With my hand in the air like that, my shoulder starts to hurt and my hand starts to shake. “Hold it up” he orders hoarsely but with each passing moment, the pain gets worse. I have no choice but to drop my hand and watch the sword fall to the ground. “My shoulder hurts” I tell him, “I can’t… Walking up to me, he spins me around and grabs my shoulder without saying anything. He places his hand on my back and I immediately feel my bone snapping to place and the pain slowly dying off. “This will not permanently seal the pain but it won’t be as intense as before”

I stayed right where I was, watching the way her hair fell over her shoulder. "You're still standing there," she said without looking up. "It's my yard," I said. "And it's my patient." She zipped the bag shut and finally looked at me. Her eyes were very clear in the daylight. "Your left shoulder has been tight for two weeks. You're compensating for it in your upper cut. You’re tilting your weight to the right to keep the tension off the joint." I felt a weird jolt in my chest. I thought I’d been hiding that perfectly. I hadn't even told my Beta.

“It’s just a stab wound, not a damn heart attack.” The doctor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “A stab wound to the upper chest, narrowly missing your subclavian artery and scraping close to the brachial plexus. Do you know what that means, Mr. Vaughn?” I frowned. “If the angle had been a little deeper,” he continued calmly, “you could have severed major nerves controlling your arm and shoulder. You’re already at risk of partial nerve trauma from the blunt force alone.” I stilled. Rob gave a low whistle, folding his arms. “Translation? If you keep pulling this reckless crap, you’re gonna wake up one day unable to move half your arm.”

she retorted with a heart filled with mockery, although her face contradicted her true feelings. "Your license expired yesterday, and you can't provide any consultations today?" "Yes, sir." "But I'm experiencing discomfort in my shoulder. What should I do?" Adrian, for once, lowered his voice as he touched his injured shoulder with his right hand. His facial expressions vividly conveyed the extent of his discomfort.