Stretched Ear Bleeding Novels & Stories

After gently assessing his nasal bridge, the doctor delivered the diagnosis. "Your nasal bridge seems intact, and the bleeding has stopped. It's a contusion. Avoid any undue pressure in the days ahead. I'll prescribe a topical ointment for you. Keep a close watch on it, and if you experience any recurring bleeding, seek a thorough examination from a specialist." Calista expressed her gratitude to the doctor, but Lucian interjected, "Nevertheless, I'm still enduring considerable pain. I believe hospitalization might be necessary."

He could also see a dark figure in the distance, walking through the fiery rubble that used to be the front part of his house. Gregg looked around to see that his little girl was right beside him. He could see tiny streams of blood leaking out of her ears. When Gregg saw drops of blood coming out of his daughter’s ears, he knew the sound of the blast damaged her eardrums. Even though his precious little angel was lying right beside him, her screaming sounded muffled.

His eyebrow is swelling, but his piercing is still there. I can’t believe I worried about this moron and waited with a nervous breath for him to come out and look absolutely fine. He has some bruising around his jaw and eye, but it’s barely anything compared to the mess Greg was in when he left. He had blood all over his collar and shirt. Dane’s bloody nose was gone after he blew it.

Lying there, curled up on floor, I waited until the pain was replaced with a dull ache before attempting to open my eyes again, managing a small crack but it was to blurry to see. Slowly, I bring a shaking hand up to the edge of my hairline, gingerly touching the spot where my head and table connected. I could feel hot and sticky moisture on my fingertips. Well isn't that just freakin' great! I'm bleeding, the smell of copper and iron now invades my nostrils, making my stomach churn.

I bit down on it hard, hoping to relieve some of the tension. Tears were pooling in my eyes as the pain just got worse. I felt like I would pass out soon. The scar in my abdomen was slowly opening back up and blood began to leak from it's seams. I placed the other end of the towel over it applying pressure in hopes of slowing the bleeding down.

the clearing between the laundry bins twenty minutes later, the floor was stained a deep, sticky crimson. Elara was lying on her side, her body curled into a tight, defensive knot, her orange jumpsuit torn at the shoulder and soaked with a dark crust. Her face was a map of violent destruction—her left eye was already swollen shut, a jagged cut tearing through her eyebrow where the blood had dried into a thick, ugly line. Her lower lip was split to the bone, her jaw discolored by a massive, purple bruise that would take weeks to fade.

Blood was pouring from her ear hole. Something hit the stomach of Venus, making the kid snort in pain. Blood suddenly spurts from her mouth and makes the girl choke. Coughing and tortured, Venus tried to reduce the pain in her stomach, ears and chest with only two hands. Like ice melting, Venus tears flowed incessantly. The kid was roaring like a baby and kept screaming until her throat was so painful. Frustration swept over her. The girl's head seemed to be breaking… or maybe it was already.

Brian took the spot on the edge of the bed recently vacated by Trey’s older brother. Trey glanced up at Sed. “They bothered you, too. Sheesh, I’m a regular pain in the ass, aren’t I?” Sed shook his head. “What did they tell you?” Please say you’re going to be all right, Trey. Please. “Tore a vein or something in my head.” He pointed to a spot several inches behind his left ear. “They have to drill a hole and suck the blood out. It’s not as bad as it sounds. The MRI didn’t show much blood in there. Just a little hole in a vein. Shouldn’t be too hard to f-fix…” His eyes drifted out of focus.

Moving my hair to the side, I saw where it was coming from: two distinct puncture wounds just a couple inches down from my ear. My stomach dropped.