Why Are My Arm Veins So Visible Novels & Stories

Her blood vessels were very slender, and the marks on her arm were particularly noticeable! "I just left for a while. What has happened?" Tina's face turned pale immediately.

No matter what, he’s the last person I’m meant to consider attractive. I grabbed his arm to cover it up with the blanket but I paused abruptly noticing this weird color on the vein in his hand. I thought veins were usually green in color, why was his purple? Drawing my attention back to his face, I noticed how pale he was for real and I moved to the other side of the bed to check out his other arm, and the veins in his hand were purple as well. “Oh my God” I gasped, dropping his arm out of shock and covering my mouth. I moved close, reaching for his face and opening his eyes and the veins in his eyes were purple as well, and that was when I knew that things had just gotten a little too serio

Then it pulsed. Thin lines branching outward from a central point beneath her flesh. Veins of shadow spreads slowly, faintly glowing red beneath her skin. That had not been there before. I stepped closer. “What is that?” I demanded. The doctor barely glanced at it. “Subdermal hemorrhaging. Possibly a vascular reaction to trauma.” “It was not there,” I said sharply. He leaned closer this time, frowning. One of the nurses angled a brighter light toward her arm. The dark marking reacted, It shifted. Spreading slightly higher.

My eyes didn't miss the veins on his hands. My eyes traced his visible veins. I can see that. I don’t know why his veins were bulging or why his veins appeared like that. Maybe from working out? Lifting dumb bells or what? My gaze went up to his biceps. He's just wearing a T-shirt so I can see his whole arm. Fuck, those veins! Damn that hand. I wonder what it feels like to be choked by his hand. I closed my eyes tightly. There it is! There it is! I'm fucking imagining wild things. "Why can't you look at me? Look at me, Quiva."

I felt the strings of my heart tug, a familiar ache forming. He is too young to be subjected to this. Now looking up close, his upper left arm, the side of his neck, and his right ankle were covered in bandages. It did not seem big enough to cause any alarm, however, the coloration of his body was the cause of concern. HIs body had turned into the light shade of purple, the veins prominent in a very dark shade, and his face, sunken and pale. If not that I could hear the very faint sound of his heartbeat, I would assume he was dead, long dead even.

Lexie looked at the pale area on the back of her hand that looked weird. They were the marks of intravenous needles and medical plasters that were stuck to her skin tightly. The infusion needle had a striking effect on her skin. Like a pale color that is not pretty and looks very contrasting with other areas of her skin. On her right hand the traces of the intravenous needle she had forcibly removed four days ago are starting to fade. Lexie chuckled blandly that she got two IV needle marks on the back of her hand in just a short period of time. How often she was in and out of the hospital these days. It seemed odd and somewhat amusing that she was rarely even a patient in the hospital. She's

“Oh, thank God, you’re awake.” She pulled away and wiped the tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. My eyes flicked to the hulking mass of chiseled muscle that stood next to her, glaring with exasperation. However, what averted my attention was the large veins protruding underneath his skin, crawling from his fingers and vanishing to his elbows where he had rolled up his sleeves. Damn, why does he have to be this hot? Shit! Aren't you damn upset? Why the hell are you focusing on his arms?

I looked down at my arms. Veins glowing faintly. Not gold. But black. “She left a mark.” And this time, I didn’t think I could burn it away.

He was watching. "Fine". He got up, he took off his shirt, exposing those abs that had a way of always taking my breath away. His slim waist seemed to draw much more attention than it did last time. I tried not to look directly at it. I focused more on his face. My eyes wandered to his shoulders and then to his biceps. He gripped his pants and dragged them down when I saw his arm. He had veins that were almost ripping his flesh open. That had to be the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

Why…just why…did I forget that I am not supposed to forget anything? It was my fault. The tips of my fingers tingle. The surge of strange energy pulses under my skin. As I look down at my arms, I find my veins glowing blue. Instead of getting surprised, I find myself staring at them until the color becomes brighter.