Tanjiro Broken Fingers Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"Crash!" Their fists smashed together, and the strong young man let out a scream. His face went white as a sheet, and he stumbled back, his hands shaking. "Ah, my fingers are broken!" They were—except for his thumb, all his fingers had snapped, and the pain was unbearable. "Whoa!" Everyone gasped, looking at Elio with new respect. That guy was fierce—one punch and he had broken the other guy's fingers. Scary! Elio did not hold back.

Lily said Leonardo sighed He felt a whole lot of pain from his right leg when he tried to stand up, he must have fractured his ankle on the explosion "Do you have any bandage remaining?" he asked "Yeah, my friend left some before leaving yesterday" Lily said "Get me some, I think my ankle is fractured" Leonardo said and Lily quickly got the bandage Leonardo collected the bandage but there was no way he could wrap it round his ankle himself since one of his hands was bandaged and he couldn't move it well

That’s when he finally let out a short whimper of pain, grabbing his shoes then throwing it away. Terry was wrong. He didn’t break ten bones. Ruan broke his entrie foot!

Zane's presence behind me and his hand on my shoulder, grounded me just enough. I swallowed down the bile and opened my mouth to speak. “Rion! Stop! What are you doing?!” I screamed out and he snickered, a frown resting on his features. “What does it look like? I'm giving this bastard what he deserves.” He replied and before I could say another word, resumed what he was doing. He pressed down on a screw at the side of the device and before my very eyes, broke through the phalanges and all five fingers fell to the ground. Blood began to pour from the holes in his hand, where his fingers had once previously belonged.

Robyn sat beside Chef Jacob the entire time. His left hand had been bandaged up as well as his back and the blisters removed. Luckily the fire had not burnt his face or anywhere else. "Miss Robyn, please go home I will be fine." "And I've told you it's okay. Just rest please." "I forget how stubborn you can get sometimes." "Just rest. Should I call the doctor? Are you in pain?" "No. They gave me painkillers when we got here remember?"

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.

"I'm sorry, Aiden, you can't change my mind. Arden... Arden needs me more than you do." When I looked at the left side of my body, I noticed there was a cast from my fingers down to my arm. That's why I was in so much pain earlier; I had broken a bone! What's going to happen now? How am I going to go to school? How will I manage my daily routine with a broken left hand? And I'm left-handed! "But when I received Mia's call, I also left the site immediately to see you," Ero said without pause.

I grabbed my leg and rocked back and forth, cheep hitting cold stone, the walls breathing and warping around me as laughter spiraled through the chamber. When I finally made myself look, my stomach roiled so hard I retched. My ankle was broken, and badly. I could see the bone protruding from skin that was already turning purple and mottled. “Okay,” I whispered. “Okay. Assess. Splint. You’ve done it a hundred times.” But I had nothing to splint it with, and the first touch of my own fingers nearly made me pass out.