What To Do If Piercing Is Bleeding Novels & Stories

"But it'd stop after awhile. They could make your tongue numb before piercing it, but it has it's disadvantages." "Like." I ached my brows and watched from the mirror as he separated my hair into three different sections and held the two in front with big, salon clips. "You wouldn't be able to feel if they are doing it wrong." He shrugged and began applying the dye with an applicator brush. "If your tongue swells after it, do not panic because it's totally normal and would heal after some days." The moment he said the word swell, I imagined his tongue swelling up and filling his mouth in such a way that he wouldn't be able to breathe.

With it still trickling, I put a simple bandage over it. I look down at my shirt. It’s soaked in crimson. I changed and rushed out of the apartment while holding a napkin to my ear. I hurriedly walk the two blocks to the clinic without waiting for the bus. I check in, and the nurse hands me gauze and some meds to help staunch the bleeding. But it takes forever to be seen, and entering the exam room, there waits the same doctor, whose name I can’t remember. “How did you do this?” the doctor asks, looking over my ear.

This tears the stitches on my bad hand, causing it to bleed. “Fuck!” I groan as the pain bites deep down my spine. I take controlled breaths, trying to calm myself down, but when I sit on my butt and see how much I’m bleeding, I lose it. The stitches on my hand are torn, and pus keeps oozing out with blood. “Do not panic, Kiara,” I say to myself, grabbing the tiles on the floor as I painfully drag myself across the room.

“Because? “I sit on the bed, scared. My heart rate dominated by desperation emphasizes the word danger. “Don't even ask, obey once and for all. Alena enters suddenly, hands me some worn jeans and a shirt. Her shock shows on her face, but no one tells me what the hell is happening. She leaves again just as quickly. While Aleksander takes off his shirt, I get dressed at the speed of light. I'm done, I see him, he's wounded in the right arm. He worries me that he loses so much blood. “Are you OK? “I dare to ask, prepared to be attacked by her aggressiveness. “It's not serious”his eyes pierce me. “Let me help you, please”I move quickly towards him. He hasn't said yes, but he hasn't declined eith