Stabbing Pain Under Left Shoulder Blade And Chest Novels & Stories

Could he be buying what I was bringing to the table? The small happiness in me quickly crumbled away like a stale bread. A ray of painful light, pierced through my left shoulder and I quickly fell to the ground. I couldn't tell what the hell it was, nor described how I felt. All I knew was that, it was the most painful thing I'd ever physically felt in my life. Imagine an arrow with fire, shot through your left shoulder, and you try to remove the arrow to stop the fire but it doesn't removes. It just stays there, and the fire doesn't quench because it can't be quenched. It just keeps burning. Now try that was about one percent of the pain I felt as I lied on the floor.

SLAM. By the middle of the first period, my whole body was screaming in pain. My left shoulder was badly bruised, and every single breath I took felt like a sharp knife poking my chest. They were trying to tire me out completely. They wanted to break my bones so I could not skate fast or use my quick moves anymore.

He extended his arm and stabbed him in the shoulder where he had shot. "Ahh!" Alex groaned in so much pain and he kicked him to his male part. As a man, he knew how it hurts but nothing is personal. His hand is trembling as he trying to remove the knife stabbed in his shoulder. It's nearly touched the bullet inside him. "Ahh! Fuck! Fuck!" He blasphemed again and again as pulling out the knife abruptly.

He really had no shame, openly threatening me in the kitchen like this. I turned back to continue with my work, when I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I placed my palm on it, pressing hard and it went away, so I continued what I was doing. The pain came again, and it was stronger this time. What the hell is going on?

I begged, lowering my face while at the same time I could feel something stirring in my lower pelvis. "Oh, we won't, we will take good care of you," Ronan winked, rubbing his hands together. Right then, I felt a sharp pain on the left side of my chest, but it ebbed as fast as it had pierced. Seconds later another one followed, sharper, sending me kneeling on the floor as I screamed. "Delaney!" Ronan dropped beside me, holding me while Kai squatted in front of me. "Aaaaah!" I cried, a searing feeling spreading on my entire chest, knocking the breath out of me. It was like someone was stabbing me, pulling out and pushing the knife in my skin while twisting it.

At same time the door opened and i could not look because of pain i put my hand on my heart and held it strongly to ease the pain but it was not becoming normal . He held my shoulder "what happened to you ,whats wrong larib talk to me .. larib " i put my hand on his chest i was not nit able to stand due to pain and cried " its hurting i am .... having ....a ..panic..attack ..its so ..painful." i said to him and clutched his shirt in my fist . suddenly i was pushed on his chest and he was rubbing my back while hugging me "shhhhshh everything is fine ,everything is fine take deep breath larib take deep breath ." he pushed me a little away and make me do the exercise.

I become distracted that I fail to notice their leader behind me. Sudden pain takes over my chest as if a knife is stabbed deep into it. As if someone is clutching my beating heart. I cannot breathe. I struggle but the feeling of blood pouring out my chest makes me unable to do anything. I fall to my knees mouth wide open tears streaming down my face. The sickening pain overtaking my senses. Placing my palm over my chest I seek my blood.

Her chest tightened as awareness crept in. “Don’t try to sit up too fast,” a voice said. Her head snapped to the side on instinct, panic flaring white-hot. She scrambled to her knees, heart racing, and the room spun violently. Her hand flew to her head as dizziness overtook her, nausea rolling through her stomach in a sickening wave. Gentle hands caught her shoulders, steady but not restraining, grounding her before she could collapse. Only then did she realize she was gasping for breath, short, shallow pulls of air scraping painfully through her lungs.

Her chest tightened. At first, it was subtle—an uncomfortable pressure, like a hand gently pressing down on her sternum. She shifted, thinking it was just the stress from the day catching up with her. But the pressure grew stronger, more persistent. Her breath hitched as her heart began to pound erratically, a sharp, stabbing pain radiating through her chest. Scarlet froze, her hand instinctively flying to her chest as her pulse raced out of control. The room seemed to tilt for a moment, her vision blurring at the edges. Panic surged through her veins as the pain intensified, each heartbeat echoing like a drum in her ears.

“Or I’ll—oomph.” Sharp, sudden pain lanced my left shoulder and spiked its way down my arm until it exploded out the tips of my fingers before abruptly going numb. Nicolette screamed. No longer in the mood to flirt or do anything but curl into a ball and howl in agony, I tried to inspect the paralyzing intrusion that had punctured me, but when I looked down, my vision darkened at the corners. Dizziness ensued. My conscious brain flickered. “Ah, fuck,” I muttered when I finally caught sight of the long, thin shaft with a feathered end sticking out of my shoulder, right in the front tender, meaty area under my clavicle, in that empty space the rib cage didn’t cover.