Sudut Bibir Luka Novels & Stories

They managed to stretch the potatoes with meat broth to four bowls, they nodded to each other before Alissa took two bowls and headed back to Luca. “Thanks,” Luca sounded tired but he accepted the bowl gratefully before taking a large piece of potato into his mouth. He let out a groan of pain. Alissa looked up. Luca winced before he swallowed. “What's the matter?” she asked. He grimaced and cradled his jaw, “I can't chew,” he admitted. Alissa got up and opened the curtains. Light flooded the study. She moved back to Luca and inspected his face. His jaw was already bruised and there was swelling. “It might be broken,” she said, comparing his swollen jaw with the other side of his face.

Lauren hesitated, eyeing the mask in my hand, “is it okay to wear it now? Won’t it hurt your skin?” I didn’t respond. Instead, my eyes drifted to the mirror across the room, standing at the far edge near the wall. I turned my head slowly… and saw myself. There, just below my right eye, a large square of white plaster covered the worst of the wound. The edges were faintly pink. I could still feel the sting of where the scissors had torn the skin. My lips were split, one corner swollen. Faint bruises formed under the surface, slowly darkening.

I frowned as she settled into a dimly lit area and stuck out her tongue. I straightened up, my mouth agape, unsure how to react to what I saw. Her tongue was injured, with deep cuts that didn't look recent. When I looked more closely, I saw that her teeth were chipped and she had scars, not only on her tongue but also all over the inside of her mouth.

He was still making me worry about him. But the man shook his head. "I'm fine, I told you I wasn't. It's not a problem." Even though he said that I could clearly see that the wound on his lip made it difficult for him to open his mouth and chew his food. An open lip wound isn't the same as having a canker sore in your mouth that stings like hell, even when nudged and exposed to water. I wonder how much she wants to show me that she's okay.

She trailed off in the middle of her words. It was only now she saw that his lips were covered with wounds too. His lower lip was injured, and the cut seemed a little deep. "How did you hurt your lower lip so badly?" Even if he had injured his lip by accident, it would not be this bad. It was as though he had bit his lip with all his strength. Even Ling Yiran could not imagine how painful it must have been. "I bit my lip by accident when I got up to get something to eat after you fell asleep last night. I also got these bruises when I bumped into something," he said.

He rolls his head back, his face now fully basking in the light. A scar travels from the bottom of his left eye, dragging down and into his skin through his cheek and the bottom part of his nose. His sunken skin goes through his mouth, and parts of his lips are missing, adding to his mangled appearance.

“These look like bite marks too” “Bite marks ? But Luca swore it wasn’t them”. I say on a gasp. “I doubt that it was”. “Who the fuck beside a hamram would bite like that ?” Panic pushes away the calm, and my throat sucks in air for a scream. But Siri manages to calm me again. “Thanks”. Siri shakes her head. “The bite is not wide enough to be a hamram. It looks like a human bite, but the cut is too clean, too sharp for human teeth. And she was drained of blood or her back would have been blue”.

We sat there in silence for hours before the doctor finally walked through the door. “Damian?” “Yes!” I said, jumping up. “Let’s go back.” He said, looking at the humans that were around us. I was more than happy to get back to Sarah. “She has extensive injuries. The worst is to her ribs. She took multiple hits as she is completely bruised. All ribs are broken but thankfully none punctured a lung. I stitched up her gashes, and I cut out the crude cauterizing job and made a clean incision so it heals better. That was pretty deep, looked like claws. Most importantly, no sighs of assault…” He didn’t need to elaborate, as I knew what he meant. “She lost a great deal of blood, but we have given h

I bit my lips, as I recalled the appearance of the two guys, "they are both tanned… and again, their eyes were different… they're bright and… and that's all I can remember– ouch!" I closed my eyes tightly, as I felt a swing of pain throbbing inside my cut. It was as if a hot metal was forcing its way out of the wound's opening — slowly and painfully burning through my skin. "Are you okay, dear?" the woman asked, and to which I nodded.

I clear my throat, drawing her attention away from where the thin sheet is struggling to keep me decent. “Let me see your side.” I instruct and she drops her hand, slowly lifting the hem of her top to reveal a still semi open injury. It looks like a clean bite, but a bite is missing flesh, which means a scar will remain. My chest rumbles in disapproval and she chuckles. “You are upset I am hurt while you are lying in bed with a gash across your stomach, a hole in your inner thigh, and bruises and cuts all over the rest of you?”