Why Is My Ear Piercing Bleeding After Months Novels & Stories

He sets it on the counter with the same care he would use for an explosive. My cock is in a healing position. Not soft, exactly. Half-mast. It’s been that way for hours. The piercing is fresh and the ring at the head of it is small, surgical, plain. A captive bead. The piercer said it would be two weeks before I’m healed enough for anything serious. Four before I’m fully comfortable. Six before I can swap the ring for jewelry I actually like. Kir looks at it. He doesn’t touch but he lets out a long, slow breath through his nose.

Had Heather given in? Heather turned and left as she went into the bathroom. Then, she turned on the faucet to rinse the blood on her hands with an indifferent expression. Over the years, she had a lot of blood on her hands, and she was used to it, but today's blood made her very uncomfortable. The water was flowing, but she kept thinking about the pierced ear. Of course, she was not afraid of pain, but she did not like those cumbersome things, so she never got it done.

KIRA'S POV The bleeding… it just wouldn’t stop. I stared at my leg again as fresh red seeped directly through the bandage I had wrapped only seconds earlier. It was impossible—absolutely impossible—that a simple cut from a broken piece of glass could behave like this. Cuts sting, they bleed, they throb… but they don’t pour like this. “Seriously?” I muttered under my breath as I pressed another pad against the wound. “Of all days… it has to be today.”

Canna P.O.V. My mother looked at me skeptically, still concerned about my injury. "Are you sure?" she asked, her eyes fixed on my finger. I nodded, pulling my finger out of my mouth to show her. "See, I'm fine," I said, holding up my finger to demonstrate. However, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I examined the cut. It was strange that the bleeding had stopped so suddenly, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "That's weird," I muttered under my breath, "it's not bleeding anymore." I lifted my finger to show my mother, but all I felt was a numb sensation. How could a deep cut just stop bleeding like that?

Dried, red flakes of blood stuck to my fingers. Fuck, this was definitely my blood. How the hell had I forgotten about my condition? Lucius must have panicked and ran to get a doctor. Sticking out my tongue, I pressed against the metal barbell embedded in my tongue. It wasn’t bleeding, and it didn’t hurt. Huh. It didn’t hurt? How the hell didn’t it hurt? For good measure, I aggressively rubbed it against the roof of my mouth. There was no pain still. It was like I had gotten the piercing a year ago, and not just yesterday.

I said, narrowing my eyes. He cleared his throat. “You want me to tell you what’s wrong with me so you can … what exploit it? Use it as a reason to be able to shut the door in my face,” he asked, stepping closer to me. For some reason I narrowed in on his left ear, it had been pierced in high school. He and a couple of the guys had done it to be “cool” but really they did it one night when they were drunk. Mrs. Norris lost her mind and demanded he take it out, but he wouldn’t.

I feel the thread tug through my skin — not painful, exactly, but strange, like someone’s pulling fishing line through leather. “Why am I not out like Damion?” I ask to occupy my mind, scared Charlie might come back with another song. “His allergy made things worse … for one … maybe you didn’t ingest as much … lots of factors can play a role,” the Doc explains while focused on my wound. I remember that I didn’t finish my cocktail. Damion downed his in one go. “Five stitches, all done,” Doc says, “Now to fix your other problem.” I clamp my legs together like I’m trying to crush a walnut between my knees. It’s no use — my balls feel like they’re under high-pressure inflation. Regardless, I’m s

‘You can do this. I sat on the infirmary bed, my fingers trembling as I tried to disinfect the wound on my ear. The sting was sharp, like tiny needles pressing into my skin, and no matter how careful I was, the earring stuck to the wound, refusing to budge, the skin swollen and irritated around the metal. I bit my lip, gripping the tweezers tightly. This seemed simple, I Just had to pull it out. Quick and simple. But the moment I tried, a sharp, searing pain shot through my ear, making me hiss.

I rubbed the blood between my fingers with a frown on my face, contemplating. Why was this happening to me? I glanced over at Liza, who was in the chair beside my bed sleeping and slowly eased myself off the bed and creeped my way into the bathroom, silently closing the door behind me. I approached the mirror over the sink and looked at my dull appearance. Dark brown eyes stared at each other with dark circles beneath them, blood continued to drip from my ear. I turned on the sink and washed my face and then took a piece of toilet paper to wipe at the blood that came from my ear. Luckily, the bleeding had already stopped.

I asked with widened eyes, not understanding a thing. How is there Blood oozing out of my ears? Did I get an internal bleed or something? “It's okay, let me clean it up!” Harmony said and it took all the will in me not to glare at her. Maybe okay for her, I mean, she's not the one with blood oozing out of her ears. She brought back tissues and began wiping my ears and I began to wonder. Why don't I remember how the blood started dripping out? “What the hell happened?” I had to ask again cuz I felt that they saw something that I didn't.