Stretched Ear Bleeding Novels & Stories

he howled, his knife clattering to the floor. I spat the bloody chunk of his ear onto the ground, watching as he clutched the side of his head, screaming in agony. Blood poured through his fingers, dripping onto the cold floor. He looked at me with disbelief before scrambling to pick up the severed ear, muttering curses under his breath as he stumbled toward the door. A trail of blood was left behind him in the room.

Now they were sitting in an examination room with Doctor Patricia Philips, the young doctor making sure to do a thorough exam of her patient. "It is possible that you suffered a cluster headache which might have been brought on by stress." Philips finally spoke up. "The nosebleed was likely unrelated. The air in the Ark can get a bit dry like in most office type spaces and it's possible that when you tensed because of the pain that you burst a vessel. It's more common than you might think. Vaseline on a cotton-wool bud is a really effective and cheap way of keeping the skin in your nose soft and flexible." "And what about the headaches?" Charlotte asked for Camille.

The smell of blood cling’s to the air making the omega examine the cloth for red spots. ”H-how did this happen?” The smaller asked, playing dumb. “It looks like it hurt a lot, are you okay? You must’ve bled so much.” Ford but his lip, eye brows furrowing as he looked up at the taller. ”You’re right, I did bleed a lot. They keep tearing back open when I move. It’s problematic.”

I found myself on the floor. A sharp pain is banging on my left cheek .. not to forgot birds flying around my spinning head , he.. *tears* he ... *tears*. ...he slapped me My head is spinning and hurting because of the slap ...I am seeing dark spots infront of my eyes. I am feeling problem to breath through my nose so, I opened my mouth to breath properly and I taste the copper like taste ... I think my lips are also bleeding from the left side. I am panting and crying due to pain and on my helplessness.

A concentrated strike to the most vulnerable part of the human cranium. I looked at the stone ledge of the bed. It was rounded mossy stone. There were no sharp edges here. I looked at her eyes again. There was a tiny burst of red in the whites, sub conjunctival hemorrhaging. It happens during strangulation, yes, but it also happens with massive cranial pressure. "She didn't seize," I said, my voice sounding like it was coming from a great distance. I turned to look at Ivan. He was standing perfectly still, his amber eyes fixed on me with a predatory intensity that confirmed everything.

It feels like my brain is being boiled inside my head, every nerve ending firing out of control. My hands fly up to cover my ears, but the silver chains pull tight, burning my wrists to the bone while the sound cuts straight through my fingers. Warm liquid trickles down the side of my neck. I swipe my hand against my head and pull it back to look at my palm. Blood. Fresh, dark blood is leaking out of my left ear, dripping off my jawline and onto the shoulder of my jacket. My vision flashes wildly between blinding white light and pitch black. The edges of the room melt away into a swirling mass of grey stone and orange lantern light.

H*ll would freeze over before she went to see the OB-GYN specialist with him in tow. … In the ophthalmologist's room. The elderly ophthalmologist spread open Jeremy's left eye and shone a flashlight on it to do a thorough check-up. Corinne, who was standing at the side, asked, "How is it, doctor? Is his eye okay?" The elderly ophthalmologist put down the flashlight and said, "Don't worry. It's nothing serious. The internal bleeding is caused by an external impact. I'll prescribe an anti-inflammatory eye drop which he needs to use three times daily and the blood clot should go away after a few days.

I had no choice but to sink to the ground. Gritting my teeth, I smash my hands over my ears as hard as possible, but the never-ending screeching continued to seep through the shield my hands were trying to create. I felt slick warm blood slip through my fingers as my eardrums burst, releasing a scream of pain of my own.

She hadn’t realized the explosion had knocked her out until she opened her eyes. She could hear nothing but a loud humming noise in her ears. She looked around through the dust and the smoke area. Something warm and sticky was running down the center of her forehead. She touched the liquid and saw it was blood. She wiped it on her jeans.

Despite Jasmine's pleas, no one came to open the door, and James was beyond reason and hurtled a stool through the air in her direction. Curled up tightly while clutching her body, the stool hit her ear, leaving a two- centimeter gash. Blood spurted out instantly. Her ear rang painfully. She now had temporarily lost hearing in her left ear, leaving her surrounded by silence. James raged on, relentlessly smashing things. Hunched in the corner, Jasmine's heartbeat rate slowed. She wondered if this was where she would die.