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

“It’s just a stab wound, not a damn heart attack.” The doctor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “A stab wound to the upper chest, narrowly missing your subclavian artery and scraping close to the brachial plexus. Do you know what that means, Mr. Vaughn?” I frowned. “If the angle had been a little deeper,” he continued calmly, “you could have severed major nerves controlling your arm and shoulder. You’re already at risk of partial nerve trauma from the blunt force alone.” I stilled. Rob gave a low whistle, folding his arms. “Translation? If you keep pulling this reckless crap, you’re gonna wake up one day unable to move half your arm.”

That’s when I feel a rush of wind on my left followed by a sharp prick in my shoulder. Looking back at my own body, I see a red dart sticking out of my upper arm. “What the fuuuu–” Everything goes black.

•• Elijah’s POV ••• I felt a sudden sharp pain in my chest, which nearly made me fall to my knees, and I had to reach for the edge of my table to support my weight. What the… Another stabbing pain, more searing than the last one, was felt again, successfully sending me to my knees this time. Sweat beaded on my forehead, groaning, I touched my chest through my top, circling my hand over the area. Fuuuuck… I knew where this feeling came from, or how.

Brielle’s POV. "Vitals are dropping," the lead paramedic barked over the roar of the engine, slapping a monitoring lead onto Chase's bare shoulder. "Systolic is ninety over fifty. We’ve got a massive deep-tissue contusion over the left thoracic wall. Possible pulmonary laceration from a fractured rib." "Hang on, Chase," I whispered, my voice trembling as I leaned down close to his ear, ignoring the steady beep-beep-beep of the heart monitor spiking erratically beside us. "Please, just hold on."

My teeth grazed her pulse, the heat of her racing heartbeat fueling the fire in my veins. But then suddenly, I felt a stab on the back of my shoulder as a rush of pain shot through my nerves. But I didn't care about that. I couldn't care about that... I have experienced much more pain than this and got stabbed several times. But then, out of nowhere, a sharp pain seared through my shoulder, the cold steel sinking deep into my flesh. For a split second, I froze, my mind struggling to process what had just happened. The agony shot through me like a bolt of lightning, a rush of searing heat spreading across my back.

Every exhale is too shallow to matter. I press my palm to my sternum because the motion feels like something. It does not help. The pressure only grows. A sharp, stabbing ache shoots into my left shoulder and down my arm. My body jerks with the force of it. Darko. I can’t feel him at all, like he's completely gone. The bond that has been steady since I was a kid is fraying. Panic wedges through the pain. He is not just weak. He is not there.

Rubbing the left side of my chest with my palm did nothing to soothe the intense pain I was feeling inside. I felt the urge to rip my own heart out to stop the pain. It was just so so painful. My eyes stung with tears and I swallowed a painful lump in my throat. Goddess please… let them be safe…

CIARA The pain in my shoulder woke me up. It was a sharp, deep ache that made it hard to even drag air into my lungs, and every time I tried to shift my weight, my limbs felt completely pinned down against the mattress. Right next to my head, a heart monitor was beeping too fast, the loud rhythm making my skull throb.

I suffered from occasional hyperthermia that the healers have tried to help to no avail. They were still working on various concoctions that may be of assistance. Sometimes it helped, other times it was as good as drinking warm tea during the winter wave peak. I soaked myself into the chilling water that filled the black marbled bathtub and gave a sharp exhale as the water hit the stellate scar on my chest just directly below my sternum. The stab wound was still a bit sensitive and when left unattended to for a while, it begins to constrict like the days I still had the sword in my chest.

My tongue feels like sandpaper, and when I try to part my lips, they feel like they’ve been torn open, or apart. I also try to swallow and my throat burns. Then the pain. It’s not sharp at first, it’s more like a deep, angry heat along my shoulder and neck. Surely, I wouldn’t feel pain if I wasn’t still alive right? I move without thinking and the pain explodes across my chest, causing me to groan in pain. My hand flies up. My fingers brush thick padding, thick bandages. There’s a gauze wrapped around my neck and down my shoulder.