Novel & Cerita Stabbing Pain Under Left Shoulder Blade And Chest

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?

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.

The two targets collided, leaving a bloody green stain on the Vurhan's face as it slid across the mud. Tyndale felt a severe force push his right shoulder, blue blinding light whisked past his ear, after a while, a sharp pain accompanied the disturbance. He looked to his right and noticed the burning flesh searing off his shoulder. Daito stood behind him pointing his palm towards his direction. Tyndale felt a severe force push his right shoulder, blue blinding light whisked past his ear, after a while, a sharp pain accompanied the disturbance. He looked to his right and noticed the burning flesh searing off his shoulder. Daito stood behind him pointing his palm towards his direction.

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.

The pain started as a dull ache behind my sternum, easy enough to ignore the first morning, easier still to blame on training. By the second day it had sharpened into something colder, spreading outward from that same spot in slow, deliberate pulses, like ice working its way through water. I told myself it would pass. It didn't. During drills the following afternoon, the cold hit hard enough to buckle my knees mid-strike, and the world tilted sideways before Gregory's arms caught me on the way down.

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.

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.

Or are they scared? No matter how hard I try, I cannot look up because my shoulder blades hurt like hell. I have no idea why and why it feels as if I am carrying something heavy on my back. Everyone seems to be getting their eyes from my direction as if looking at me hurts them. It does not make sense.

The scar on my rib cage throbs slightly as I think about how the silver serpent darted through the air towards me, hitting my chest directly over my heart. Exactly over my scar. I first noticed a slight bruise around it a few days afterwards. Lavender, with patches of yellow. Over the next few days it darkened to an angry violet, growing more and more painful, more and more tender. Now, I push aside the tartan blanket and reach up below my left breast, touching the sore area through the thin cotton of my camisole. Part of me thinks I should go to a doctor. But I’m not sure what I’d tell them exactly.