Stabbing Pain Under Left Shoulder Blade When Breathing の小説・ストーリー

Heart thudding out of my chest, mild pain in my ribs from being slugged over his shoulder, and scorching heat in my groin, the panic followed all of it. Somehow, I had an inkling that he wasn't letting me go any time soon. I had gone still after his comment a few seconds ago and was now watching the pack house move further and further away.

And nothing that sounded like a setup either. I let go immediately. "Oh my God." I stepped back, looking at him with genuine alarm. "Are you okay?" He breathed through it for a second with his jaw tightening. "Yeah. Sure. Just…" He pressed his left hand carefully over the shoulder. "My shoulder is still healing from all of that." He tried to crane his neck around to look at the spot and couldn't get the angle properly. "I can't even reach the spot that hurts." He said it with real pain sitting underneath the words.

I could imagine it would be like this lying on a large glass marble; perhaps at first it would be pleasant yet soon it would be just like this pain of mine. The ache is a dull, as if some lazy torturer is standing right behind me, only applying enough pressure to be an annoyance. It sits there, just to the side of the right shoulder blade toward the spine. I could imagine it would be like this lying on a large glass marble; perhaps at first it would be pleasant yet soon it would be just like this pain of mine.

Like someone is twisting a knife through my lower abdomen and then adding a few extra turns for good measure. My breath catches, fingers automatically gripping the edge of my desk as sweat breaks out across my forehead. The computer screen blurs, and for a moment I think I might actually pass out. The pain radiates up through my torso and down into my thighs, making my legs feel weak and unsteady. Breathe, I tell myself. Just breathe through it.

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.

my question died down in my throat as I felt a sharp pricking pain in my left shoulder. Dizziness hit me as the pain in my shoulder increased. I looked down at it and found blood slowly building at the spot. I looked back up at Chris as my legs weakened and my vision blurred –Annabeth had come through with her threat.

The air began to run out, my vision blurred, and my mind gave way, shutting down. The cold penetrated my bones, and my body shuddered uncontrollably, slowly bringing me back to my harsh reality. My muscles were so tense that my whole body was numb. My fingers throbbed as if they were about to explode, and painful currents extended from there to my arms, joining on the left side with the pain that consumed my shattered shoulder.

My breath comes faster, chest fig‌hting for space. Come on. Move. I pres‌s a⁠gain, usin‌g my shoul‌der, my knee, anything. The sl‍ab shifts a few centimeters, en‌ough f‌or a breath of cooler air to snake throu⁠gh. I suc⁠k it in greedily, choking halfway.‍ My head spi‍ns, stars‍ b‌u⁠rsting behind my⁠ eyelid‌s.

A dull throb pulses through my side, steady now, not sharp like before but deep enough to make every breath uncomfortable. I inhale slowly. It still hurts. I push through it. “Move,” I tell myself under my breath, forcing my hand to press harder into the ground as I try again to lift my weight. My arm shakes. My shoulder protests. My body gives me just enough to shift slightly before it drops me back down harder than I want. A quiet groan slips out before I can stop it. “Yeah… that’s not good,” I mutter, my voice low, a faint edge of frustration slipping through despite everything.

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.