Novel & Cerita Tanjiro Fingers Broken

Cloudless. His left shoulder no longer bled. Not because it had stopped. He was nearly drained of blood. His right arm was useless. The bone of his right shoulder broken, the knife still embedded. He could only use his left hand. He raised it in front of his face. It trembled too, but the fingers could still move. He pressed his fingers to the ice surface. The ice was cold, colder than his hand. His fingers froze to it, the temperature transfer making the ice suck at his skin. He wrenched his fingers upward. His fingernail scraped against the ice, leaving a white scratch.

The glob of blood and saliva hit my shoe. "Go to hell." I grabbed his hand. Rough. His fingers were already broken. All of them. Swollen like sausages. Purple. Black. All except one. The pinky on his left hand. Still intact. Still unbroken. I positioned the pliers around it. The metal teeth bit into his flesh. He felt it. His entire body went rigid. Tense. Waiting. "Last chance," I said. "Fuck you!" I squeezed. Hard. The bone cracked under the pressure. Loud. Sharp. Like a twig snapping underfoot. I pulled. Twisted. The finger separated from his hand. Tore away. Flesh ripped. Tendons snapped.

I needed one more chance to set things right, turn back the hands of the clock, perhaps. I could not speak. My voice box was probably broken too. Breathing was also a chore at this point. Did I mention my pinky finger? Yeah, the pinky finger on my left hand was broken in half and one half was currently dangling like a bad present. The skin was on the verge of tearing; I knew it would definitely be amputated after this. Those fuckers had given me a proper beating. It didn't take long before I fell into unconsciousness again.

A rasping, dry sound, brittle as parchment rubbed together. Mirra rose and placed her hands against the trunk. “Easy, old one,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I’m here.” She poured her energy into the oak, threads of green light slipping from her fingertips, seeking to soothe the ancient roots. The response came like a knife. A sharp pang drove through her palm, slicing into her flesh though the skin remained unbroken. Mirra gasped, jerking back. It wasn’t just the oak’s pain. It was her own.

Jared chuckled from his perch on the hospital bed adjacent to theirs. Beck turned to him, his eyes wide with theatrical gravity. “You don’t want to know, trust me.” Myla burst into a sweet giggle, and Jared let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. Jared looked down at his bandaged hands, which were heavily wrapped in thick white gauze. Two of his fingers were immobilized in a splint after he had sprained them trying to break the chamber’s glass with his fists. “I still can’t believe you two threatened to allow the nurses to tie me down if I didn’t cooperate.”

It was the sound of joints breaking. “Aargh!” Jasmine’s scream resounded throughout the Jones family’s entire mansion, and messy footsteps immediately approached the restroom. “Mom!” Jasmine covered her broken index finger and cried as she rushed into Zhenny’s arms. “Adina… She-She broke my finger. It hurts!” She gasped in pain and stammered. Zhenny lowered her head and saw her daughter’s index finger collapsing weakly on her hand. It looked like her bone was fractured. She instantly became enraged. “This illegitimate b*tch! How could you hurt my daughter?”

It wasn't easy to remove the feelings built for him even though something bad happened to them in the past. Love is blind, accepting the imperfections yet she left him behind became her choice. Ironic, isn't it? That's why Jaymianne's friends called her an ignoramus because she couldn't let go of her feelings with him…

I nodded my head, “Thankyou Aiden” “Abran?” Aiden signalled towards the door. Abran kissed my forehead and walked out the front door with both Aiden and Brianne closing it behind them. I decided to walk into the kitchen and start preparing a late lunch for us. I began rummaging through the cupboards looking for utensils and food. I decided I would make a pumpkin soup. I placed a big pot on the stove and started chopping up the pumpkin. “Shoot” I sliced my finger. I quickly put it in my mouth to limit the bleeding. I lit the stove with my other hand and checked my finger a few times.

She hurled me to the ground, sat on me, slapped me, hit me, and punched me in my face without stopping. When Steve saw the fight was beyond him, he grabbed his bag and left. Liana held my uniform tight and dragged me on the floor. I cried for help and fortunately, some students heard my voice from a distance and rushed down to my rescue. A boy and a girl saved me from Liana’s hands. She left without a scratch or injury, threatening that it was just the beginning! They helped me up, and one of the female students took out some cotton wool from her bag to gently wipe the blood from my nose and split lip. My hair was a tangled mess, and my eyes were swollen from all the crying.

It was as if my whole world just flashed before my eyes. Now everything I had, is lost. "ROSE?" Roderigo called out with fear, surprised. "Rose," Jade with a smirk. "Traitors!!!" I sobbed.