Sudden Dent In Thumbnail Novels & Stories

He goes about it slowly, each step deliberate, unlike the previous times he’s patched me up. He’s trying to collect his thoughts, I realize with a start. By focusing on something that keeps his hands occupied. “How bad it is?” I ask, my voice raspy in the silence “Thoroughly broken,” Zen says, his own voice quiet “The bones of the palm are misaligned, I think the knuckles might be fractured. Your fingers are fine. It might heal without permanent damage, but there’s an off chance otherwise.” My brows go up “You sound like a doctor, you know.”

My inner thigh throbbed, the feeling of Denzel’s teeth sinking into my flesh making itself very much aware. Denzel must've bitten hard enough to draw blood, because I could feel the thin liquid trailing down my skin. Before it could meet with he bed though, it was interrupted by Denzel's tongue. He lapped it up, licking back up to the spot of the initial wound as he sucked on that spot more, nipping it gently as a means of apologizing. Apology not accepted.

before he fell to the ground. "Nobody talks like that about my sister, futher-mucker!" Tre said firmly. Luke scowled at him. "Dude, we've gotta work on your cussing." "God, that was great!" Tre exclaimed as they walked back toward the rental car. "I think I broke my thumb, though." Luke looked at Tre's right hand. Sure enough, it was swelling and turning eerily purple before his eyes. "Now what have we learned? Never tuck your thumb into your fist when you hit someone. Let's get you to a hospital."

Someone just grabbed my other hand out of the blue, and raised it. Ryder. Before I could even react, the heartless idiot had bitten my soft palm. A sharp pang raced through my fingers as his teeth sunk in, and blood spilled all over. “Ryder!” Zane called, shocked. “What the!?” I snatched my hand back from him, and looked at it. My whole palm was throbbing. The spot where his teeth had sunk in was horribly pink, oozing blood in generous amounts as currents of pain washed through my whole palm.

“Brace yourself.” “Whoa, wait! What are you doing?!” I squint my eyes and carefully slice the center of my palm open. The initial tip splitting my skin doesn’t hurt, but dragging it down to make a longer cut stings like a bitch. Blood pours out of the wound, spilling over the edges of my fingers, making splattering sounds on the desk blotter. I wince at the pain, but work quickly. I press my thumb on the side of the hard pellet below my skin, making it pop out of the makeshift incision like a watermelon seed. I pinch the seed between my finger and thumb and hold it up. It looks like a piece of squirrel poop. I inspect it closer to see the little grooves that look like a microscopic inscripti

The pain was so sudden and so specific…like hot rebar being threaded through the centre of every bone that my vision whited out for half a second. My jaw unhinged next. That one I felt in my ears first, a deep wet pop, and then my mouth filled with the copper-salt taste of gums tearing to make room for what was coming. My canines lengthened so fast they sliced the inside of my lower lip open before I could even register the stretch. Blood ran hot over my chin. I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried.

' Alden's eyes were sour, and the tears that had just stopped, seemed to have a tendency to fall crazily. His voice trembled slightly, "When did you get this tattoo". When Alden was with him, he didn't have these tattoos on Dennis's ring finger. In other words, it was after they separated that he had this tattooed on his ring finger. Suddenly the door opened and James cleared his throat and Alden turned his head to look at the person. "The doctor said that we cannot stay in the ICU and Denny needs to rest as well", James said and he glanced at Alden tracing Dennis's ring finger line where the little lion tattoo was.

, I said as he nodded entering. I held his hand that was behind him, as he groaned in pain, hissing loudly. I knew something was wrong, I thought as I removed my hand swiftly. He moved to the bed, slowly caressing his thumb, blowing air to it. I almost passed out seeing how big his thumb was, as it reddened and swell up. He has whitlow " I am so sorry. How did this happen? Let us go to the hospital", I kept rambling as I took my phone.

It is too crazy to suddenly become shy to look at Xander after what I have just given him. He bent a little to reach my head lifting it. His thumb lingers on my lips parting them a little. I open for him as he slid his thumb into my mouth. I suck it just like how I suck his hard rock. His lips touched mine while his thumb is still inside. He didn’t touch me for enough time to get the warmth back, he pushed me on to the bed. I gasp at that sudden action.

"Never tuck your thumbs inside your fingers." "Why not?" "If you punch hard enough, your fingers will press back against your thumbs and break it. You won't be putting up much of a fight with broken thumbs. I assure you, the pain is excruciating." His face twisted as he said this, and she wondered if he had personally experienced it. "Did you ever?" "Not from fighting, no. But when I was twelve, my thumb was caught in a drawer I shut with too much vigor. It had to be set, and I cried like a babe."