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

Chapter Six Mira's POV The medic pressed two fingers against my ribs. I winced. "Breath out," she said. "Slowly." I exhaled. Pain gripped my side like an electric shock. She nodded. "Not broken. But close." Thank Goodness. She moved to my shoulder next. She rotated it carefully and I bit my lip, trying not to scream. The pain in my shoulder was worse than the ribs. I had known that since the moment Caden knocked me down.

Zandra Russo POV I awake with a start. There’s a blinding, throbbing pain in my chest, just below my left shoulder. I can’t make sense of my surroundings. Everything’s too loud, too bright. Confusion makes the room spin and fear makes my blood run cold. What just happened? How did I get here?

He was standing near the bed, trying to pull his shirt off with one arm, and the movement made him wince so badly that he stopped halfway and just stood there with the fabric bunched around his neck. "Let me help." He turned around. "It's fine." "Your shoulder is clearly not fine." I walked into the room and closed the door behind me. "Sit down." "Lyra." "Sit. Down." He sat on the edge of the bed, and I carefully helped him pull the shirt over his head. The bruise on his left shoulder was deep and dark, spreading from the joint down toward his ribs in a pattern that told me something heavy had landed on him during the collapse. It wasn't broken, but the tissue damage was significant enough t

I heaved a sigh as I moved to sit up but I felt a sharp pain from my ribs. "Ugh," I groaned in pain, closing my eyes and waiting for the annoying pain to reduce. Slowly, I managed to sit up but not without getting the same pain again. I groaned. Letting out a sigh, I looked around me. I don't see Pablo anywhere. I winced the minute I felt another pain but from my shoulder. Fuck you, Carlos! I looked at my shoulder where the bandage is. It has a little blood on it. I looked down at my ribs. The bandage around it has blood on it as well.

SYLAS This couldn't be happening. I staggered back, my legs shaking as I tried to process the disaster unfolding in my own veins. I stared down at my chest where that bastard Liam had stabbed me. This was not the plan. I felt an intense, agonizing pain rattle through my entire frame, and I could hear a sound like something expanding deep inside my organs. It was a low, heavy thrumming that made my teeth ache.

Blinking rapidly, my heart racing, I pull myself to my feet. A gasp of pain slips out as my back rubs against the wall. My left arm isn't functioning too well, either. I must have dislocated my shoulder at some point. My chest hurts, and it's hard to breathe right now. Taking the laptop will be more noticeable, but my escape will put me in just as much danger. I drag myself to the counter and, using my functioning hand, I first use my phone to call Tony.

I had expected it to happen, but the letdown was just as grand. Her nose wrinkled, and she leaned forward to flush the toilet. I fell forward into her chest at the movement, feeling like a little kid needing to be held to know that everything was okay. The motion hurt, and I gasped in agony when the stabbing pain in my chest shot through to my back. My ribs and breastbone were surely bruised. My back didn't seem to be any better. I couldn't tell if anything was broken, but I was sure I would find out soon enough.

“God—” My hand flew to my temple, fingers pressing hard like I could hold my head together, like it wasn’t about to split open. The movement tugged at something else, and a sharp, tearing ache ripped through my shoulder. “Holy shit!“ I cussed under my breath, gripping my shoulder. The ache slowly spread from my shoulder down my arm in a hot, throbbing wave, stealing the strength from my fingers. My arm sagged uselessly at my side, heavy and wrong.

On my body was a black shirt combined with a green waistcoat and khaki pants along with a pair of black boots with wedges. I don't know where I am right now, but all the tall trees around me look like a forest. "Ugh." I felt pain all over my body, especially in my right shoulder. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a sharp, milky white object nestled under my right shoulder like a fishing hook in a fish's mouth. "Hah-, haha." I laughed ironically. In this situation, I was clearly dying. I couldn't stop the bleeding from my right shoulder. I also couldn't just let go of the sharp object. It is definitely going to hurt more, and I am not a surgeon.

Blake’s POV: The first thing I felt was pain. Sharp and burning, spreading from my chest to my ribs like fire. My breath came out rough as someone’s boot pressed into my thorax again. I groaned but didn’t raise my hand. Liam was holding me from behind, his arms tight around my shoulders, trying to pull me back, trying to shield me even though he was shaking himself. “Blake, stop it,” he shouted. “Stop provoking him.” Blood was warm at the corner of my lips. I tasted iron when I breathed. My right side hurt badly. I knew one of my ribs was not happy.