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She flinched in fear but was surprised that despite his lips being pursed in anger, he did not speak anything, instead, he gently freed the edge of the duvet from her grip, that’s when a sharp stab of pain coursed through both her palms “Aah!,” she winced as he gently held both her hands and lay it on the duvet, opening the lid of the tube he pressed out a generous amount of ointment directly onto her palms, then with a soft cotton pad he began spreading it all over her injured palm “Sssss, Aah!, it hurts,” she raised the back of one hand and bit on it to bear the pain, Siddharth looked at her biting hard and gently pulled the hand out of her mouth

Su Zhehan muttered as he suddenly raised his right hand. Xia Xi looked surprised. Then, she saw Su Zhehan raise his left hand. Just as she was confused, Su Zhehan suddenly grabbed his right thumb with his left hand. Then, she heard a crack... Xia Xi was shocked. Su Zhehan was... breaking off his right thumb! However, what surprised her more was that Su Zhehan continued to do it. From his thumb to the index finger and then the middle finger... The ring finger... Finger by finger, the sound of bones cracking kept ringing in her ears.

His hands moved up and cupped my face, prompting me into letting out a small gasp of shock at the unexpectedness of what had just happened. His thumb ghosted over my jaw as he tilted it up even more and my mouth parted against my will. His other thumb moved upwards till he was ghosting said thumb over my bottom lip. It came off with a little lipstick. His eyes darkened a little as he slid said thumb into my mouth for a fleeting moment, right before he finally retrieved his thumb and stepped away.

Had considered it when it had fallen from the table but— The first pain was odd. The string burrowing into the flesh of his thumb and emerging from the other side to turn and pierce the neighboring finger. It wasn’t the surprising sting of a knife’s blade stabbing and slicing. Or the shock of a needle plunging and poking. It was the strange, dull pressure of a wound being stitched, careful and quick.

Tess provoked. It worked. Fire burned in Jim's hands as he took his stance, ready to deliver a punch to Tess's tofu soft looking palm. He punched her. " Creak." A bone shattering sound reverberated in the silent room. Jim's eyes widened in shock and Ruben’s gaze burned. Tess's palm was pale and unscathed. Just as usual. So where did the sound come from? Jim's fist was currently flaring in mid air. His bones were shattered, reduced to nothing and it would take about three months to heal completely.

Sean tilted his head and sucked her thumb, causing Angeline to gasp and freeze in place. As she removed her thumb, Sean turned to the side and bit her palm. Although the bite was gentle, it caused Angeline's heart to race like it was about to jump out of her throat.

The planes of her face sat sharper now. He set down the forceps and stood. "Put them over there." She crossed to the empty bed in the corner, set the sheets down, and turned toward the door. He stopped her. "Your hand." She halted. Glanced down. The chilblain split across the web of her thumb had torn open. A fissure ran from the base of the thumb to the wrist, its edges raw and glistening, weeping a thin clear serum. She had tried to wrap it herself. Gauze wound sloppily, already slipping, the wound gaping beneath.

their friends asked worriedly when they arrived. Bert gently sat Vangie down on a chair and knelt in front of her. He clicked his tongue when he saw the large thorn embedded in her sole. “Ahh!” Vangie squeezed her eyes shut as Bert touched the thorn. “I have to remove it. Just bear with me,” Bert said.

I winced as he pressed down. "You broke his nose," Fenris said. "I think I shattered it," I admitted, my voice dropping to a whisper. A long beat of silence passed between us. The faint sound of water dripping from the iron valve into the basin echoed off the stone walls. "Next time you hit a man," Fenris instructed, his tone completely practical, "make sure your thumb is tucked on the outside of your fingers, not resting across the top joint. You nearly dislocated your own knuckle."

Several tools were scattered across the roof and he held a hammer in his left hand while he sucked on his right thumb with his eyes closed and his face contorted in pain. As she watched, he opened his eyes and pulled his thumb from his mouth, then turned and looked right at her. There were shadows under his eyes and his eyelids drooped slightly over his eyes as if he hadn’t been sleeping well. For a moment his face brightened and he almost smiled and then he looked down at his thumb once more and winced, shaking it slightly.