Unhealthy Stretched Ears Novelas e Histórias

“No.” He flipped a photo onto the table, making Thea flinch at the image before her. Her uncle’s face was barely recognizable. It was swollen, and the skin stretched and marbled with the early signs of decay. Mud clung to every crease as it packed into his ears, under his fingernails, and even in the corners of his eyes, which were rolled so far back only the whites showed. But what surprised her most was how his neck looked mangled and almost broken. There was a deep, uneven slash carved across it.

We were in the middle of talking when her phone rang. “Excuse me, my lady.” She excused herself before standing up and walked towards the balcony. The guy walked near me as he explained some things and prescribed some medicine to help me with my back pain and the swollen skin under my ear. He said I’m already fine before looking away. What’s his problem? My eyebrows met as I touched my neck but I flinched when I suddenly touched something… Swollen… under my ears? What the? So that’s the reason why I felt stinging in this area…

I once again felt the hardship of being a parent, at least in terms of educating this child. I twisted his ear that was close to my neck hard, just like my mother did to my father, pinching the tip of the ear. Maison’s ears had no scales, full of capillaries, and pointed like the ears of a fairy in a fairy tale. Of course, having pointed ears also meant that the top of his ears had a smaller area of force than human ears, and a greater pressure. Sure enough, he gasped and groaned.

Ten minutes later, Landon brought Lauren to the ENT department. The doctor quickly did a series of checkups on Lauren while Landon and Angeline waited anxiously to the side. "Will she be okay, doctor?" Landon finally asked. "Some external trauma appears to have caused her eardrum to rupture," the doctor replied truthfully. "Most of the cases I encounter result from severe slaps or punches. Some serious cases end up with long-term tinnitus." Landon and Angelica's expressions fell as they feared for Lauren's health.

Her limbs feel like they’re being twisted and yanked from her body. And her ears! Gosh! Her ears! Blood trickles down her neck as the tips of her ears split and stretch. Inexplicable pain detonates at the side of her head. Everything hurts. Everything. It hurts to be alive. All she can feel now is inexplicable misery. Draven watches the scene before him unravel, the darkness of her hair bleeds from the roots, leaving in its place a completely different shade, the tips of her ears tear and start to lengthen, blood dripping from the ripped edges and dampening her skin.

Fred was also committed to listening to what Elide had to say, so he continually visited her on the days when the police tried to interrogate her. Meanwhile, my health improved, at least, on the one hand. Around two weeks before, I started to feel tired and with a ringing in my ear that didn't pass at all. I visited medical specialists, and everyone said the same thing: that it was probably something emotional, that there were no infections and no reasons for me to get so upset with that strange sound inside a single ear. The point is that I barely slept at night, and in the morning, I woke up very early to train with Elijah and Moura.

Dejected, he rubbed his face. "Two broken wrists. Head concussion that will take weeks to heal. Same for the deep gashes on her back. Her left eardrum has completely shattered, rendering her completely deaf. Jaw and shoulder dislocated. No signs of sexual assault from the rape kit. Though from what we saw, the fucker tried to. Your woman was badass. We are so proud of her." EJ finished. "And I happen to know you will be by her side helping her heal. Be patient. I would also recommend therapy. Both mental and physical."

“Were any open-handed hits delivered to your ears, Miss King?” “Yes, but there are holes in my eardrums already if that’s what you are referring to,” she answered making the doctor furrow his eyebrows and node. “Have you been consulted about consequences?” “Yes, thank you, Dr. Bouje.” Everyone was surprised to hear Damien’s low voice, “Why aren’t holes in her eardrums healing?” “Our bodies are good at healing bones, muscle tissue and skin, but membranes are damageable. For example, hymen. Otherwise, females would stay technically virgins after years of passionate matings. Eardrums once damaged, heal extremely slowly. It could take decades.” doctor explained.

The headphones were custom-made to fully encompass the ears, and Charlotte could tell they wouldn't be comfortable to wear. As expected, within just a minute, Griffith adjusted his headphones, displaying an expression of discomfort on his face. Charlotte quickly seized the opportunity to turn off the timer. The others were bewildered. She hurriedly explained, "He has an ear infection recently, and he can't wear headphones for too long." With that, she removed Griffith's headphones. The moment Griffith's ears were exposed, he heard her say, "Let him rest for a moment; these headphones aren't comfortable."

A zombie in an old security uniform came into view. The uniform looked like it hadn't changed in three years. The zombie's stomach had been ripped open, front and back. Its face had been torn apart from the mouth all the way to the back of the skull. Both sides of its head, where the ears should've been, were hollowed out. One ear was completely gone. The other hung by a thin strip of flesh, dangling against its cheek. With a guttural snarl, the zombie charged up the stairs, its loose ear flapping as it ran.