Shoulder Blade Pain Radiating Down Arm Novels & Stories

I winced every time my shoulder throbbed with my movements. It's just a little pain. Nothing I can't handle, I reasoned, trying to reassure myself.

"Does the pain spread anywhere?" "Left arm," I groan. "Jaw... sometimes." She gulps. "It radiates to his left arm and his jaw." She listens again, nodding quickly. "Yes—shortness of breath. He's wheezing badly." "How long?" she asks me softly. "Since... this morning," I pant. "Worse... hours ago." "It started this morning and got significantly worse earlier," she relays. The doctor asks something else. Eden's voice shakes now, despite her effort to keep it steady.

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.

He got to work quickly, I could feel a lot of tugging and pushing which made me believe I needed more stitches than I originally thought. Now that my back was completely numb the pain in my arms seemed to radiate ten fold. I was unsure weather I should tell the doctor or not, in all honesty I seem to just be radiating agony. Of course I didn't want say anything that would cause me more strife, however the doctor currently helping me was already a step ahead, it was almost as if he read my crumbling mind.

His shoulder caught Naska full-force, the impact jarring through her bones like a hammer blow. She stumbled, gasping as pain shot through her arm. The grip of her thin slippers lost purchase on the polished stone, her feet sliding out from under her. One arm flailed out desperately, her fingernails scraping against marble as she caught the frame of a column just in time to keep from collapsing completely. The cold stone bit into her palm, sharp and unforgiving. The jolt to her shoulder was sharp, radiating down her arm in waves, but it barely registered—nothing compared to the sharper crack blooming in her chest like ice spreading across water. Her breath caught in her throat, ragged and thi

The faint scent of antiseptic and the gentle hum of machines all confirmed my suspicions. I was in a hospital room, a private one from the looks of it. Sighing, I tried sitting up only for me to gasp out in shock as a sharp, stabbing sensation shot through my right shoulder and down my arm. I fell back onto the pillow with a loud wince. It was as if someone had stabbed a thousand needles into my flesh, leaving me to writhe in agony at the prickling sensation. “Fuck!” I cussed viciously under my breath as tears pricked my eyes. I looked down at my right arm which was wrapped up from shoulder to wrist in a compression bandage and laid beside me like a heavy iron.

I reached Timberland running all the way till here briefly being in my thoughts, don't even I remember as to when that happened. "Okay, get up buddy." He helped me get on my legs but hell, the pain shot sharp down the length of my arm causing my muscle to contract and shrink in response of the pain. "Shit, you shoulder!" I looked at where he indicated. "Igh shit, that looks awful." whining at it I saw how badly have my skin slitted from along the line of collar bone ending right above my heart. He hissed regretfully seeing how my visible flesh moved as the blood oozes out like an aggressive river flowing during rainstorm. I attempted to pull together the slit and close it nonetheless it stai

The pain radiated up into my ear and down into my neck. "Around five." "And you got home at six-fifteen." "I took the train." "You took the train." His other hand came up and grabbed my shoulder, his fingers hooking into the hollow above my collarbone like claws. He squeezed, and the pain was different from the jaw pain. Sharper, more focused, like a hot wire being pressed into the joint. The bruise from the morning was still tender there, from when he'd grabbed me over the milk, and now he was pressing directly into that same spot with fresh force. My collarbone felt like it was going to snap. "That's a thirty-minute trip. Where were you for the extra forty minutes?"

He summoned the cool, clinical persona he used to hide the monster. "It's muscle spasms," Cale lied. "Intercostal neuralgia." "Inter-what?" "The muscles between your ribs," Cale explained, his voice steadying. "You were tense yesterday. The stress of the argument. The way you slept curled up. The muscles seized." "It feels deeper than muscle," Elion gasped. "It feels like... bone." "It radiates," Cale said. "Nerve pain mimics organ trauma. It's a phantom signal."

“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?