Why Is My Ear Piercing Bleeding Novels & Stories

Kira My ear throbbed in pain as I lay on the hospital bed. Luckily for me, the poison-tipped weapon only brushed the outer part of my ear, and the doctors had successfully removed the poison and applied a topical antiseptic. They covered my ear with a bandage to stop the bleeding.

“You mean… before? It was just a stomach bug or something?” “Probably from the kids,” she said and went to my other ear. “Do you want to keep the piercings?” I looked down. “I… don’t really know.” She nodded. “Tell you what. If you decide you don’t want them sometime down the line, take your earrings out and leave them out for at least a month. The holes should start to close up then.” I nodded. “Okay.” She treated my other ear, cleaning the earring in a glowing solution before putting something else in my ears. She put the cleaned earrings in a little cloth pouch and handed them to me.

As I stepped out of the shower, my fatigued legs almost buckled beneath me, still sore from the night before. I wrapped myself in a towel and looked in the mirror, swiping away the thin layer of condensation that had built up on the surface. I was glowing.... My skin was radiant, fresh and bright for the first time in my whole life, like my body was finally happy. But suddenly I noticed a thin trickle of blood running down my neck and I pressed my hand there. Moving my hair to the side, I saw where it was coming from: two distinct puncture wounds just a couple inches down from my ear.

“I will get to the bottom of this. In the meantime, continue training hard, and stay in shape, so that when the next team of scouts arrive, you will not be taken unawares.” The coach left immediately, brows furrowed, eyes shining with restrained purpose. My legs felt weak and I staggered back. I felt a trickle of something wet and warm on my lips. I swiped a palm over it to check. Blood. Nose bleeding. This seems to be happening quite a number of times, especially when I'm stressed or agitated. It must be the drugs causing this. “My goodness, Zayden, are you alright?” Jace grabbed my shoulders, trying to check my face.

Therefore, holding the earrings in the palm of one’s hand probably wouldn’t produce very authentic results. Without hesitating, I grabbed the letter opener that was sitting on the conference table and pricked my finger, wincing from the brief sting of pain. A bead of blood formed a moment later with a little pressure, and I carefully dropped it onto one earring, then another. Andrei and I stared at the earrings, which were now wet and sticky with blood. Nothing happened. Andrei quirked a brow at me. “Are they supposed to do something special, or…?”

I didn't realize that it was me spewing comforting lies as I rushed to the bathroom, the dread in the pit of my stomach growing with each second as my blood dripped from my nose. * * * A/N : Joy's nose bleeding isn't random. For people suffering from leukaemia, it's difficult for their blood to clot and they occasionally have nose bleeds. It may or may not be severe.

"I...do not understand" I could not hear anything she said next as the pounding in my head grew so loud that I felt warm liquid trickle out of my ears. I touched my ears and felt something sticky on my fingers. When I brought them in front of my eyes, I saw warm red blood and the sight horrified me. I screamed and got up from my bed with a start. Was I dreaming? I looked around, my heart beating wildly against my ribcage, and touched my ears immediately. No blood was oozing out of them.

I reached up to rub the back of my neck and my hand came away with something on it. I looked at my fingers. Then I stood and went to the bathroom and looked at the mirror and the mirror showed me what my shirt had already been showing me without my noticing, the dark staining at the collar that had the specific colour of something that had been coming from somewhere on my face. I tilted my head back slightly and the nosebleed that had apparently been running for some time made itself fully known.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"I have had enough god damned changes for a while. I like pretty earrings and I'll be damned if I'm going to give them up." I picked up the sparkling studs, removed the backs, and slammed the first one and then the other earring through my right ear. Then I picked up one of the long dangling earrings and pushed that through my left earlobe. The pain was sharp and it burned, but after a few moments it quieted and the holes stopped bleeding. By the time I swabbed it all down with rubbing alcohol, the holes were healed with my earrings firmly in place. Noelle was watching me with amusement on her face, "You're going to have to do that every time you want to wear earrings, you know. And make sur

I say, trying to ease the tension. Reluctantly, she sticks out her tongue, revealing a silver ball with red streaks running from it to the tip of her slightly swollen tongue. Well, at least she got a proper barbell for the piercing. I decide to leave the jewelry in place to prevent the wound from closing up and causing an infection. Leaning slightly over the sink, Blanca allows me to use a syringe to clean around the piercing, reaching the areas that swishing alone wouldn't be able to reach. Once I finish, she spits into the sink once again.