Stretched Ear Bleeding Novels & Stories

Her breathing was uncontrollable, it went as ragged as it can. The rolling back eyes were wide open, the white empty stare burning through her soul. The continuous flowing dark liquid from crooked nose and his bruised lips with a long line as if he was smiling wider that his lips ripped to his ears that have only hole on both sides, the ears were not there… Only blood.

Upon closer inspection, the doctor realised that she was bleeding from her ears as well. Austin noticed his grim expression. "What's wrong?" The doctor never stopped moving his hands while he explained her condition. "She has really bad burns and deep wounds that requires stitching. But these aren't a problem. The worrisome issue is the bleeding from her ears. Her eardrums may be ruptured, but there is a chance that it's not. Let's hope for the best." Austin clenched his fists and felt overwhelming regret for allowing her to leave his side. Before he got consumed in his sadness and guilt, a firm hand was placed on his shoulder. "Let's help in any way we can for now."

My eyes flew open after reading the text from Damon, and I dropped my hair stretcher before raising up my blind curtain, and I took a peep through the window, and his car was right outside. Shit... I cursed under my breath, and I froze, unsure of what to do next. My hair was almost done, and my bag was already packed up. I began to quickly stretch the other sections of my hair, but I was on the last part of it when the hot stretcher came in contact with my wrist. "Ouch..!!" The corner of my eyes instantly filled with water as a result of the burn. I blew cool air from my mouth to the affected area, and I sniffed after wiping the corner of my eyes, and applying some ointment.

And, in truth he was. “Don't fucking stare at me dude. Do your fucking job and check on her. Am not leaving this room.” Stephano looked at the doctor with a deep frown while Rose got her other hand on her face and shooked her head. The otorhinolaryngologist took out his otoscope from his kit to examine the current condition of her ear. “Your eardrums are a bot whacked but will heal soon. I'll have to run some more tests Ms Foyer.” The doctor gestured to Rose. Rose was already familiar with all of these tests and what the routine was. She didn't even respond at all and kept her eyes staring at the ceiling.

in a whisper as well. "No, you are not. We need to go to the nurse's office to look into that. You are bleeding behind your ear." "I'm bleeding?" "Yes, Scar. You are bleeding. You don't even have nails. How are you able to hurt yourself?" It was strange. Scarlett thought. She is only now beginning to experience pain. If she was bleeding, it suggests that she was not even conscious of hurting herself.

I couldn't even look at him. The Capones hadn't just held him, they had tried to peel the Lombardi out of him. His face was a map of purple and yellow hematomas, his eyes so swollen they were just thin, bloody slits. One ear was torn at the lobe, the crust of dried blood dark and thick against his neck. Every time he breathed, his chest hitched in a way that told me his ribs were nothing but splinters under his shredded shirt.

Collapse. Pain blossomed under her eye, bright and electric, then bloomed outward, flooding the left side of her head with heat and noise. She heard herself make a sound she didn’t recognize. Her hand went to her face on instinct. Warmth slicked her palm. The skin below her eye had split—the bone had taken the punch; the cheek had torn. When she pulled her hand back, it was smeared with blood.

I asked with widened eyes, not understanding a thing. How is there Blood oozing out of my ears? Did I get an internal bleed or something? “It's okay, let me clean it up!” Harmony said and it took all the will in me not to glare at her. Maybe okay for her, I mean, she's not the one with blood oozing out of her ears. She brought back tissues and began wiping my ears and I began to wonder. Why don't I remember how the blood started dripping out? “What the hell happened?” I had to ask again cuz I felt that they saw something that I didn't.

Andy slowly opens his, immediately aware of the throbbing pain in his head. Lifting a hand to the area that is the most painful, he feels dried blood around a small gash. When he looks at his fingers, there is a bit of fresh blood, as well. He will probably need a stitch or two to cloe the wound. But that is the very least of his worries.

But now… it started aching, all of the sudden. I wondered if it was due to yesterday's adrenalin, that made me ignore any possible pain, and it was bad all along, or was it because I stretched too much just now and it reopened… I rushed to stand back to my bathroom mirror, grabbed a small mirror, that I used to do my make-up with, and checked how my back looked like, gazing at the reflection of my reflection. “Great! It's bleeding again!” I shouted upset after examination, “How the hell, should I patch a bleeding spot on my spine?!”