Stabbing Pain Under Left Shoulder Blade When Breathing Novels & Stories

I already know how to get there… I just can’t do it alone. I stare up at the ceiling like an idiot, as if it might blink back at me with divine wisdom. It doesn’t. Of course it doesn’t. Then something slams into me. A sudden, sharp ache blooms deep in my shoulder, and I jolt upright with a gasp. What the hell? The pain radiates outward like fire licking through my veins. Before I can even process it, another jab slices up my neck. I choke. My lungs refuse to expand. I can’t breathe.

"Sure, I can put together a group of people by then." "That's cool—I'll see you there!" I was trying to lie back against the pillow when I accidentally dropped the phone on the ground. I found that I was unable to take sufficiently deep breaths, and I was having a difficult time preventing myself from overventilating. Even though I had taken a half dozen Motrin tablets, the pain in my ribs caused me to flinch as I ran my fingers over them. I made an effort to take deeper breaths, but as soon as I did, a searing agony shot through the left side of my body.

Feeling a stinging pain from shoulder to collarbone on the left side, Heer jolted up from her sleep. A screech left her lips when she got up suddenly from her sleep in utter pain. Where she felt the pain, her skin pulled all of a sudden as if someone had pricked it with some cruelty. She felt like several needles were being pressed against her skin so ruthlessly, and that thought made her get up from her sleep. Still, her shoulder and especially the left side of her chest was aching. She groaned and palmed her chest to comfort herself but she found something rough flat thin on her skin.

I spray an abundant amount so I can breathe, and not smell them. I turned on the vent, hoping that will help as well. I rub my chest, the pain still hurt so bad. I'm surprised I'm even standing and walking. The pain is unbelievable. My body is still sweating like crazy. It trembles, it's almost as if I'm cold and my body won't stop trembling.

My shoulders tense, my focus narrowing as I search for something, anything, that explains it. There is nothing. And that is what makes it worse. Because my wolf does not react like this without reason. Something is off. Something I cannot see. Then pain slices through my side. Sharp. Sudden. It knocks the breath out of me for a second, my body reacting instantly as my hand flies to the spot. There is nothing there. No wound. No blood. Just skin. But the pain lingers, deep and real, like something just tore through me. A phantom pain.

I tried to breathe, tried to hold on, then she twisted the knife. Everything exploded. The pain came back stronger and sharper, tearing through me like fire. It felt like something was ripping inside my shoulder, shredding through muscle. My scream broke again, louder this time, my eyes squeezing shut as tears streamed down my face. “Where is that fighter now?” Crystal shouted, her voice filled with cruel excitement. “The one who escaped our father? Where is she?” She pushed the knife deeper and my body jerked. A broken gasp escaped my lips. My nose burned, my lungs struggled to pull in air and my shoulder throbbed violently, each pulse sending fresh waves of pain through me.

' All of a sudden, I felt an excruciating, sharp pain in my left shoulder. The ache making me drop to my knees as I slowly bring my hands to the area. Jahred runs over and takes his dress suit off, to only drape it over Fonz. I was now being yanked by my hair, indicating that my body must be in shock and dropped my barrier shield down. Jahred then rips out a small dagger from between my shoulder and arm pit. the blood filling my once white blouse. I in so much pain, I couldn't even talk. The air in my lungs were disappearing, my knees were sore and my stomach was cramping.

It throbbed faintly, a constant reminder of what had happened. My lip was split on the side, the dried cut reopening slightly when I pressed my tongue against it without thinking. I tasted iron immediately. I looked lower and that was worse. Even with the bandages wrapped tightly around my torso to my left shoulder, I could see the bruising beneath, dark purples and blacks spreading unevenly across my ribs, peeking through the edges where the wrap didn’t fully cover. Every breath pulled against them wrong, sharp and shallow, like my body refused to expand fully without reminding me of the damage.

My dad asked. "Pneumothorax is also known as a collapsed lung. When air builds up in the space between the lungs and ribs, leading to a collapsed lung, we call it pneumothorax. Some people have no symptoms, but this is likely the symptoms to eradicate if it got worsen. Something like; Chest pain, which may radiate to the shoulder. Discomfort when breathing, shortness of breath. swelling on one side of the breast and even, leads to reduction of breathing sound." "What?!"

A piercing pain at the side of chest, I could barely breathe. “I can’t…..I can’t bre…breathe” I say, as I staggered down the road. I brought my hands from my chest and stared at them. They were covered in thick red. My blood. “I can’t breathe” my eyes fluttered open, and I layer there for a minute. I was sweating all over even with the air conditioning on. “Fuck” I mutter as I sit up on my bed. I always have the same nightmares and nothing changes. I keep reliving that night in my dreams, and it won’t fucking stop