Tanjiro Fingers Broken Novels & Stories

Bone cracked clean. He howled. Middle finger. Snap. Ring finger. Snap. Pinky. Snap. Thumb—slow twist until the joint popped out of socket. He was sobbing now, body shaking, piss soaking his pants. I moved to the left hand. Same treatment. By the time I finished, both hands were mangled—fingers bent at wrong angles, swollen and purple. He babbled—pleas, promises, names of contacts—anything to make it stop. I didn’t care.

Then he stepped forward, closing the space between us. He reached for my hand, gently prying it open. His fingers brushed mine as he inspected the tiny cut, and the contact sent a strange shiver up my arm. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it neatly around my finger, his touch surprisingly tender despite the tension in his gaze. “You bleed too easily,” he murmured, almost to himself. I looked up at him, my chest aching with questions I couldn’t ask. And then, just as quickly as he’d closed the distance, he stepped back. The walls slammed back into place, his mask firm once more.

Following the road the vans came in that we intercepted, I just prayed they find something. “Did they ever go into another state?” “I. Don’t. Know!” Tanya leaned forward and stared at me as she said each word like it was it’s own sentence. This time, it was her forearm that broke. Each finger was pointed upward and at a funny angle, her hand was just laying downward with no movement and now her arm was so badly snapped that it was even angled upward. “We can keep going. Next till be your toes and then your legs. After that will be your ribs.” I kept my face as stoic as possible. Truthfully, if any emotion was going to come out, it would be pure rage and hatred.

"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.

“He was attacked last night.” “Mugged?” Why would that faze me? “No,” Giancarlo said. “He was...let’s just say he’s in hospital now with no tongue and all the fingers of his right hand are broken.”

The right corner of her thin lips twitch up to a smirk, she moves his hand over her lap and takes the glass from his hold. “Nice move,” she comments “Seems like you are thick skinned,” she says, throwing the glass she holds his arm tight with her left hand, she wraps her palm around his index finger and cracks it backwards, Kim’s loud scream fills in the hall when the bone breaks. She instantly does the same to the ring finger and continues with the remaining three fingers.

I wasn't comfortable with them making comments about it or making him a joke. “Back to you.” Jay said as he came to sit beside me on the bed. “How do you feel?” I sank into my pillow and let out a exhale. “Honestly, I feel like shit. Every attempt to move hurts and I can barely feel my legs.” He rubbed my shoulders. “Don’t worry, you'll be fine. I heard the doctors here are the best.” “How did the match with the Chicago team go?” I asked and they all exchanged glances.

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.”

"I sweated so much all night. I feel sticky all over. I want to shower and change clothes first." Kieran visibly relaxed. When I came out of the shower, Scarlett was nowhere to be seen. Kieran approached to take my hand, noticing how I stared at his bandaged fingers with evasive eyes. "I got caught in the crossfire while breaking up that fight last night. The doctor says it's nothing serious, though my fingers won't regain full dexterity. But it won't affect daily life, so you don't need to worry about me too much." I kept a straight face. "Really? Who did it? I should thank them for showing mercy and not completely crippling your hand."

Her hips quiver and I thrust in a second finger. She breaks from the kiss, meeting my eyes, breaths ragged. I'd found her sweet spot and rapidly move my fingers over it and she moans. She was becoming slippery and I rip my fingers out of her, causing her to scream a moan and rest her forehead on my shoulder.