Why Is My Ear Piercing Bleeding Novels & Stories

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.

I wiped them with my thumb and there was blood. Here we go again. I got on my feet and went to the mirror. My nose was already bleeding. After a few seconds I heard the old warm trickle on my left side. It did not surprise me any longer; it just made me weary. I took a clean towel and pressed it against my nose and ear cleaning up the blood on my chin. The bleeding was more to-night, perhaps because I had not taken the pills. I sat down on the floor in the bathroom waiting until it subsided. It did come back, later on, I was aware it would. It always did.

I stood until my legs ached and the chill of the air seeped into my bones. If my mom had sacrificed everything for me, then whatever she had left behind mattered. They were clues to what I needed to know. We drove home quietly. My nose started bleeding as we approached the house. Warm. Sudden. I pressed my fingers to it, watching red stain my skin. Elena pulled out some tissues. My head spinned and throbbed with pain. Why does this keep happening? Pablo pulled out his phone to call the doctor. I held his hands. “Don't bother.”

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.”

I asked him stupidly, even though the doctor just spent all this time explaining the situation to me. “Yes, she was never pregnant.” He nodded, showing just how much patience he had. “When you brought her in here today, the bleeding, the pain…everything she felt was due to the cyst rupturing and causing heavy internal and external bleeding.” My heart slammed against my chest at the mention of the blood…it was only then that I realized that I was still covered in blood myself. God! I must have been a sight to behold for anyone passing by. It was a good thing that it was about 4 in the morning and the only people here in the ER right then were the hospital staff only. I breathed out a sigh of

He can also hear the popping sound of his skin being pierced, as if he has been drugged and then stabbed by someone with a needle, but he can still hear it without pain. Then, drops of black blood oozed out from dozens of needle holes.

It was enough to cause me to panic. "Vincent... your ears are..." He frowned, reaching up to touch his right ear. "Your ears are bleeding," I rasped, glancing around just in case there was some tissues lying around. Thankfully, I found one. I hurried towards it and grabbed it. Then, I rushed back to him. He appeared dizzy. Grabbing his hand, I made him sit on a chair. He closed his eyes when I started to wipe off the blood. "Don't overreact, Rylee. It's probably nothing," Vincent said and I straightened, my eyes narrowed.

"The severity of the pain, the nosebleed—that's all within expected parameters?" Dr. Morrison gave me a measured look. "I wouldn't say it's normal, exactly, but it's not necessarily alarming either. Migraines can be severe, and the nosebleed could be related to blood pressure spikes from the pain. However, given his recent head trauma, I do want to be cautious."

I had nothing to be ashamed of. “I hit the counter on the way down,” he said by way of explanation. “He barely nicked me with the bat.” “Oh, well, that would explain the gash.” I replied as I started to apply pressure. The cut wasn’t nearly as bad as I had thought it would be. He wouldn’t even need stitches. I also knew that head wounds tended to bleed a lot. “Should we call someone?” Earl came back in, scratching his left butt cheek and holding the kit in his right hand.

Why is she crying? I think it’s the sight of the blood that’s upsetting her. Without thinking, I grab a pair of shorts and strip off the towel, ready to wipe the blood from my forehead. Did I hurt myself there, too? Maybe when I slammed my head against the wall? I touch the spot, but there’s no pain. It’s just the blood. My hands are what hurt—the sting of the piercings, the throbbing in my palms. I wipe at my forehead again, trying to clean the blood off, but it just smears.