Shoulder Blade Hurts When I Cough Novels & Stories

When I get there, Caleb is number three in line. "My back is killing me," he moans as we move up. Pushing my hand up under his jacket, I do my best to massage the tight muscles at his back and up around his shoulders. "It's where you've been shivering." "So fuckin' sore." He coughs into the crook of his elbow.

I folded it and pressed again until the bleeding slowed. My hands were shaking as I reached for the vegetables. I pulled out a carrot and a knife and set them on the cutting board, but my fingers couldn't seem to grip the handle properly. The knife clattered against the board, and I had to stop and press my palms flat against the counter and take a breath. My shoulder throbbed with every heartbeat, and my jaw was stiff and sore, and I could already feel the swelling starting to puff up the skin under my chin.

that was the only thing I have been wanting to hear since I woke up … “ Go ahead Doctor , we are his family “ mom says “Noah, the collision caused significant trauma to your right shoulder and cervical nerve bundle. Right now, your arm weakness suggests a brachial plexus injury, and there’s concern about possible labral damage. Until the swelling goes down and we complete further imaging, we can’t tell you whether this is something you’ll fully recover from… or something that could permanently affect your throwing ability.” “ So you are saying I might never throw again? For a second, the room went completely still.

Lukas could feel the heat of him, the clean scent of his cologne, the subtle tension in his fingers as he tried not to let them linger. “You always this hands-on, doc?” Lukas muttered. Aiden didn’t smile. “Only when necessary.” Lukas made a low sound that might’ve been a laugh. He wasn’t sure. Aiden stepped back just far enough to retrieve the tablet. “I’ve got the results,” he said, voice shifting into something more clinical, more detached. “Sit tight.” Lukas watched him from the edge of the table as Aiden pulled up the images. “Your shoulder’s more damaged than we thought,” Aiden said after a moment, tone unreadable. “It’s not just a dislocation. You’ve got microtears in your rotator cuff

Her hair was damp, her clothes changed into a dry gray fleece and dark jeans, but her face was still pale with residual shock. Nurse Sarah pressed her fingers gently along Cassian's collarbone, making him wince sharply, his jaw clenching tightly. "No broken bones," Nurse Sarah declared, stepping back and pulling off her latex gloves. "But you pulled the deltoid tendon right where it meets the shoulder socket. You're lucky you didn't tear it completely off the bone, Cassian. If you lift so much as a coffee cup with that arm in the next three weeks, I will personally lock you in the clinic ward."

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 tried to take the knife in my hand, but it was far from my reach, and I was unable to move my hand. I can feel the pain building up in my shoulder and ribs, but I can't see the person in front of me as my vision is blurry because of tears.

The motion costing him – I could see it in the way his jaw clenched when his arms went above his shoulders, the muscles in his torso contracting around whatever Caleb's check had done to his ribs. The bruise on his shoulder was worse than I'd thought. Not just the thunderstorm purple – there was a deeper layer underneath, the kind that meant the tissue was damaged beyond surface level. His ribs on the left side were tender and discoloured. I pressed my fingers gently along each one. He breathed in sharp through his nose on the fourth. "That one might be cracked." "It's not." "You don't know that." "I know what cracked feels like. This isn't it." Flat. Certain. The voice of a man who'd catalo

I had to get to my father. That thought alone drove me as I charged through brush and past the stinging branches of the trees. Yet, before long, I felt my energy drained from me, and as much as I wanted to keep running, my chest hurt. I couldn’t breathe. Having no other choice, I slowed, gulping in air, my breath wheezing. Suddenly, a coughing fit forced me to stop. My upper side hurt. Pain flared through me as I laid my hand on the area. Shit, that couldn’t be good. Getting my coughing under control, I stood up. A hand wrapped around my neck and jerked me back.

Everything suddenly became completely blurry as ribs cracked. I felt a sharp pain immediately engulf my chest, causing me to cough and splutter, a stream of blood quickly fell out of my lips and down my chin. I think my bone had pierced my lung somehow. My breath was getting more and more difficult to catch. I knelt there attempting to even out my breathing when my neck cracked I screamed and shouted shaking my head hoping the pain would stop if I asked it, but it was cruelly unrelenting.