Tanjiro Broken Fingers Novels & Stories

In his opinion, Zhou Tian was not qualified to be his enemy, let alone do anything to him. "Damn it, you dare to treat me like this. You can't live." Jiro Matsushima gnashed his teeth and cursed. Crack... Without saying a word, Zhou Tian broke Jiro Matsushima's right leg with his stick! "Ah!! Dammit, you lowly person, how dare you treat me like this!" Crack crack... Three more times in a row, Zhou Tian broke all the limbs of Jiro Matsushima! Jiro Matsushima couldn't stand it anymore. At this time, he didn't dare to scold anymore. He lay on the ground and screamed in pain.

I’d wrapped it with a strip of my shirt to stop the bleeding, but the sight of it… God, I couldn’t even think about it without feeling nauseous. So I ignored him. Or tried to. He scooted a little closer, his hoodie brushing my arm. “Want me to fix it for you?” That got my attention. I turned to glare at him. “What?” “Your finger. I fixed mine. Want me to fix yours?” Before I could say anything, he held up his hand, showing me his pinky. At first glance, it looked fine. Normal. Except… I knew what had happened during the game. He’d broken it too. Everyone had. But his now looked perfectly straight, except for a faint red line near the joint where it must’ve snapped.

Alpha Teejan and Beta Trevor comes running. I look at them, he's whimpering and holding his side, " don't do it Roro " I am more than willing to take whatever punishment I'm given for this but I will break this bastards fingers today no matter what * crack, crack, crack * " aaahhhh aggghhhhhh my fingers! ahhhhh help me, my fingers! you b*tch you broke my fingers! let go of me! "

He simply grabbed Eikichi’s right wrist before he shook his hand and twisted Eikichi’s arm. Immediately afterward, a loud ‘click’ was heard. Eikichi’s right arm was broken and detached from his right elbow joint. He was in so much pain that he could only cry and scream at the same time. He was covered in tears as he cried out, “It hurts… my arm hurts so much…” Charlie remained indifferent, and he said, “That is just one arm. You still owe me another arm. Come, give me your left hand!” Eikichi was already trembling from the pain, and his face turned pale in an instant. He finally realized that Charlie was not joking with him at all.

Despite this, I must admit that I sort of liked the attention I was receiving from him. Our journey was filled with no significant difficulties, and the scenery was breathtaking. Rolling hills and snow-covered forests surrounded us, and the air was crisp and clean. The sound of birds singing provided a calming backdrop to our travels. However, my broken hand was a constant reminder of the danger we faced. It lay flat on a piece of wood, kept still with lashes of woven cotton, and small splints held each three fingers straight to prevent them from flexing. Diana said that I would need to keep the splints for some time until my fingers healed, and after that, we could start with small exercise

Dante stood and listened to his footsteps until they faded and the alley was quiet again. He looked down at his hand. His knuckles were swelling already, the skin split along two of them where they'd connected with Jayce's jaw. He flexed his fingers carefully and decided that broken was probably too strong a word. Badly bruised. Possibly a hairline fracture in the knuckle of his middle finger. He'd had worse. He picked up his basket from where it had fallen and checked the damage. Two of the eggs were casualties. The bread had survived, which seemed like a minor miracle given how things were going.

I then remembered the door bouncing back open because of a piece of foam slightly sitting in between the doorframe preventing it from closing. "But how am I gonna get there?" I looked down at the chains that were attached to my wrist and then noticed that they weren't even locked. They were still open but slightly. I carefully shoved my thumb into the lock in attempt to apply pressure in order to get it to open up more. My acrylic nail popped off taking my actual nail off with it. I screamed out as a tremendous amount of pain shot through my hand. "FUCK!" I squealed as I watched blood seep out of my finger.

They were tender and hurtful to her, especially her right finger, which appeared to be on the verge of breaking. "In her right hand, I only touched it, but she clutched it too tightly to break it off," the man on the right claimed. William has eagle eyes that are deep and emotionless. With her huge hand, she grabbed Jojo's right hand and pressed her fingers into her palm. His knuckles were naturally enormous, and when his large hands were open, they seemed to contain all of the power, and his strength was incredible. It was now bigger than those men. Jojo fought the urge to tighten, but his index finger was still shattered, and a crisp sound was heard between joints.

He cried as he ripped his hand free of mine. Marco turned around. He looked at Zack like he was crazy. “What are you bitching about?” “She broke my finger!” He held it out. His pointer finger was at a 90-degree angle. Marco looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “He poked me. I don’t like being poked.” Shrugged, I held my breath to see just how this will play out. “Fix it and man up.” Marco rolled his eyes, but I swear he was smiling when he turned back around.

Hanzo repeats letting my leg go and watches me in concern. “I’ll heal,” I cry into the link as I writhe in pain. “Can you shift back?” Hanzo asks, I shake my head afraid of the pain. ‘We can but it will hurt a lot,’ Reika reassures me and I shake my head with more vigor. ‘I can stay like this till it heals,’ I argue knowing the bone breaking with the injury will be extremely painful.