Tanjiro Broken Finger Novels & Stories

His eyes locked on the wall in front of him. "Very well, the hard way it is." I grabbed his hand and bent back his index finger, letting out a laugh as I heard the bone snap. Christopher clenched his teeth tighter as he fought the urge to yell out. I grabbed his middle finger doing the same thing, then the next, and then the next until they were all broken. His brow was starting to sweat, and his hands were beginning to shake as he tried to hold his ground.

I stood up and walked to the door, peeking around the doorframe to see DJ still sitting there watching Encanto on DVD. “He broke his arm? Damn that’s rough. I broke my arm when I was a kid, it hurts like hell for a while. Make sure you give him plenty of ice cream and candy. It’s the only thing that takes the pain away, and that’s coming from personal experience,” he joked. I chuckled. “I’ll be sure to do that. Thanks for the advice.” “Sure thing. Want to meet me and talk some more?” His voice was surprisingly hopeful. Oh my God, he isn’t running?

I sighed, stood up, and without hesitation, delivered a vicious kick to his jaw. The sound of his bone breaking echoed in the room as he fell onto his back, blood spreading beneath him. He didn’t even try to get up, not that he could. His tendons were cut, and his hands were broken, twisted, and completely useless. He was a mess, a broken, helpless body, just waiting for the end. I crouched beside him, my voice low and rough. "Open your mouth." He whimpered, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

He broke the next finger. Then the next. Each one accompanied by screams that seemed to scrape against Eve's skull. By the fourth finger, Dante was sobbing so hard he couldn't form words. By the fifth, he'd vomited on himself. Dimitri didn't stop. When all ten fingers were broken, bent at impossible angles, he stepped back and surveyed his work. "Marco. Bring the bat." Marco....loyal, silent Marco....handed over a metal baseball bat without a word.

I got him out, and the car exploded with his mother. “You are awake.” The young nurse gently pulled the IV line from my hand and said softly. At this moment, I realized that my hands were wrapped in white bandages. Before I could ask, the nurse seemed to have noticed my surprise and shock, so she spoke before I opened my mouth. - Seven out of ten of your fingers have been broken. Recovery time will be quite long. Fortunately, your legs and head were only slightly injured. Seven of my fingers have broken. But that's okay, I'm still alive and what I care about right now is Brian.

Jasper promised. "Shit, I have to go to the doctor, I think I just broke my fingers," Ryujin complained. I frowned. "What happened to you?" "I punched Captain Draco in the face, but unbelievably, I was the one who got hurt instead of him," Ryujin answered. "Thank you, you just punched. What if you kicked? Well, you're crippled now?" Misha teases Ryujin. I rolled my eyes. Who does he scare? "Coming from you? Before you say that, make sure you don't have a leech attached to you." I said to her and met her gaze. Did he forget how hard-headed I am? Or maybe his memory has been altered.

I smile and he gives me a nervous look. “We are backk” Tara says, Jim in tow. “ Hey, how are you? “ I say hugging her . “I’m doing okay. How are you? Any news?” Tara says and I nod. Daniel answers for me and worry fills her face. “Where is the bleeding?” Jim asks and I pull the blanket down, revealing the hospital gown. “It is right here” I say pointing to my left side. That’s what got the most impact. Both my left leg and arm are broken from it.

He groaned dramatically as he flopped to the ground. I rolled my eyes as the two goons yanked me away. “Drama queen. You’re acting as if you had anything down there to kick.” I scoffed. I watched with a satisfied smile as someone else helped Rokurō and Takashi to their feet. Rokurō was bent slightly still in his false pain. Takashi was bloodied, and I knew he’d have bruises for the next week. I know I broke his nose, possibly his orbital on his right eye.

Today, in my own operating room, I was being framed as a murderer by a security captain, who had only gotten the job through connections. "Let go of me! You're committing a crime!" I struggled, desperately trying to break free from their grip. But just then, a polished leather shoe came down hard on the back of my right hand. It was Luke. He looked down at me with a cruel smile. Then, he slowly put more pressure on my hand. I heard a sickening crunch. The force crushed my finger bones. The searing pain made my vision blur, and I knew that this hand, which I'd held a scalpel with for over a decade, was ruined.

"Lucille!" "I'm sorry! It slipped out of my hand." He bent down and held the broken glass. “Ouch!” he said when the blade suddenly injured his finger. Immediately red liquid came out of Lucille's finger at the same time as her body trembled. His face immediately turned pale and tears quickly filled his eyes.