Novel & Cerita Tanjiro's Broken Fingers

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.

The remnants of the vines holding his hand were burned to ashes. Tiger king's fist met Tensha's fist, but only after a momentary contact, Tensha was sent flying away like a broken kite falling on the ground and continued to slide for quite some time before actually stopping. Tensha's clothes were torn apart and blood could be seen coming out from the wounds on his back. "As expected of a monster king. Your strength is top grade," Tensha said with a painful smile as he stood up, trying to act brave.

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.”

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.

Fuck it hurts to breathe. "I'm fine, just a few broken ribs this time. You know I can't fight back. The punishment will be worse than the beating so I'll take the latter. Can we just head to my house?" My voice is just barely above a whisper. I feel a hand grab my arm and I panic thinking it's Maximus so I rip my arm away which wasn't the best decision. The second I pulled my arm away a fourth broken rib makes itself known.

I only had a cup of coffee for breakfast. Finally, I was done eating. I cleaned my mouth, settled my bills, and headed out. However, I was just so unlucky. I bumped into a guy who was holding a cup of wine in one hand and the bottle in the other. Unfortunately, the wine in the cup poured on my body while the bottle fell on the floor and broke. It was the guy's fault. He wasn't looking at where he was going. I felt so embarrassed as my cloth got ruined. ' What's your problem? What's all this? Couldn't you focus on where you were going?' I yelled angrily.

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

The three men wearing grey uniforms remained in a state of shock, until the man standing in the middle finally moved a muscle. The one in the middle looked both ways at each companion, he asked. "Is this shit real?" The moonlight's illumination brightened on them, unveiling her skin to be nearly be fully healed. She sustained grotesque injuries but now only contained a few bruises. There was no blood and all her broken bones were repaired, in fact she seemed even healthier than before death.

Vivian’s POV: After many hours of emergency treatment, the doctor finally stepped out of the operating room. "The patient's condition is very serious. The direct impact shattered the bones in his right leg into multiple fragments." "Even with the best possible recovery, he will still be left with permanent complications..." The doctor's voice grew heavy as he explained, and my mind buzzed numbly. I understood what he meant. After the collision, Alexander's right leg had suffered severe damage, leaving him almost crippled.

In his mind, he could already see the scene of Zayn screaming in agony after he ripped his right hand apart. However, in the next moment, he felt a gush of monstrous strength when his claw wrapped around Zayn’s finger. Soon afterward, he felt as if his finger was pulled into a machine that was working at high speed, and he was rendered incapable of resisting. He heard a few cracks. All his fingers were actually broken by Zayn with ease. “Ouch!” He let out a bitter, agonizing cry that no one had ever heard from him before. On the other hand, the agonizing scream was heard in everyone’s ears, and they could feel his torment. They could not refrain from feeling goosebumps all over their bodies.