Tanjiro Broken Fingers Novels & Stories

Still Logan bent his hands back "Aren't you done?" i whispered "does it looks like?" he asked "What next?" i asked then heard the sound of a bone snap "Ahh!!!!" the guy yelped in pain Logan let him go then turned to me with a side smile..i closed my mouths and looked at the hefty man..he held his wrist tightly What's wrong?? Wait!.. he has a broken finger "Why..did..what..how!!" i stammered as i blinked rapidly at that

All five of Kaison's fingers on his right hand were broken. The massive impact shattered his wrist bones as well. The pain was so excruciating that he immediately let out a miserable scream. "Ahh!" Kaison held his broken hand, glared at Liam miserably, and bellowed, "Ah! My hand! How dare you break my hand!" Liam was still as calm as ever. He had one hand in his pocket as he stood in place, looking at Kaison indifferently. He even mocked him, saying, "Oh, I thought you'd be great. It seems like you're not that impressive either."

The moment the last knot came loose, I almost collapsed forward, my limbs trembling from the strain. Before I could fully stand, Jaxson was in front of me. His eyes darted across my face like he needed proof I was still there. His hands grabbed mine, his fingers shaking as he whispered, “Are you okay? I’m sorry, Tessa. I’m so damn sorry.” There was so much panic in his voice that for a second, I forgot how much pain I was in. I squeezed his fingers, forcing a small smile. “Hey, hey, I’m fine. It’s just a broken finger, I’ll live.”

"Good, the snow made people sloppy. We didn't lose a single fight, but I am sure we have some broken bones. I looked at Len, who had a black eye. "None in the legs, I hope." "No, but I think my left arm might be broken. Could you set it for me after dinner?" "Kimi, you know I am the worst at healing; it's better to ask Saka or go to the clinic and have the doctor do it." "Fine, I will ask Saka, but I am not going to the doctor." "How are you supposed to fight if you have a broken arm?" "Easy, I am not going to. I will take third because I forfeit. Let the guys duke it out?"

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 stomach twists at the thought, he has to be taken to the infirmary. I look around trying to get help but no one seems to be paying him any attention, not even the coach. Guess I have to do it myself. I grab Isla’s hand. “Hold him down.” “What?” she whispers. “Just do it.” She obeys reluctantly. I hated the sight of broken bones, even though I have come to accept that for my family to shift they have to break every bones in their body. Mabe it is a blessing I didn’t have a wolf. I close my eyes, feel the shoulder joint with my hands, and then snap it back into place in one sharp movement. The boy hisses, his face tightening with pain. My chest hurts just hearing the sound, but when I open

Twister's fingers trailed across Harin's, delicate as a feather, sending a shiver down his spine, a frisson of anticipation that mingled with a strange, underlying unease. Then, the world shattered. In a swift, brutal movement, Twister seized Harin's middle finger, the gentle touch replaced by an iron grip. A sharp, sickening crack echoed through the room, the sound of bone breaking, of trust betrayed. Harin was jolted back to reality, the dreamlike haze dissipating, replaced by the searing agony of shattered bone. He stared down at his hand, his middle finger dangling at an unnatural angle, a grotesque parody of its former self.

' he says, taking an erect pinkie in his mouth and twirling his tongue around it and at the same time pinching the other one. He does it ever so gently as if he is managing a breakable object. He almost makes me want to succumb to his ministrations but no! I am not letting my guard down, I am not going to let him win this fight. With this thought in mind, I gather all the strength I possess and push him real hard which makes him stumble back a bit. I do not even know this fucked up man who has made his way into my dream uninvited to cause trouble.

He has to focus on making sure the man before him will heal properly. He sets out taking x-rays, determining that Lorcan had almost completely shattered the bones in three of the fingers of his right hand. His torso was covered in bruising, most of it artificial but there was a small hairline fracture in one of his ribs. His lip was busted, running into a fist-shaped bruise on his jaw.

The doctor then timidly said, “Ms. Hara, Jiro is also hurt.” Reiko stepped forward and realized Jiro was actually kneeling amongst the other disciples. He looked dispirited as his shoulders and head were lowered. His face was almost disfigured by the bruises and swells. He looked worse than the other disciples. This would be the face of the dojo that she had mentioned to Aiden earlier. Reiko’s eyes turned icy and sharp. “Ms. Hara, Jiro’s condition is actually better. His arms and legs are not broken,” the doctor said.