Stabbing Pain Under Left Shoulder Blade And Chest Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Guessing I lost that round.” The doctor watched me struggling to sit up, shook his head, “Try not to move. Your ribs are bruised, likely a hairline fracture, but nothing too extreme. You also have a pretty serious bruise running along your collarbone and side. Whiplash too, judging by the neck stiffness.” I tried to shift a little again, feeling the deep soreness running from my shoulders down to my hips, bruises hidden beneath my skin like dark secrets, “Lovely. Anything else I should know?”

“What happened this time?” “Collision during relay handoff. Took an elbow to the ribs.” “Can you breathe normally?” “Mostly. Hurts when I breathe deep.” “Let me see.” He removes the ice pack and lifts his shirt. There’s already bruising spreading across his left side. I press gently along his ribs feeling for breaks or fractures. He hisses when I hit a particular spot. “Sorry,” I say. “Does this hurt?” “Yes.” I continue the examination. “I’m going to order X-rays to rule out fractures. But based on palpation it feels like deep tissue bruising. You’ll be sore for a week or two.”

🫶 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.

She was looking at me, a half-smile on her lips, to see how I would react. I reached for her lovely breasts with both hands. As it turned out, that wasn't such a good idea. My shoulder and collarbone both protested; that wasn't the ideal position for either of them. A twinge of pain spoiled the sensation for me. I gave up that attempt, and relaxed my left side, letting my shoulder rest on the bed. My right arm wasn't hurt, but when I extended it, I still felt a twinge on my left, in my collarbone. To make matters worse, the feeling in my injured hand was mixed, at best - both pleasure and discomfort.