Why Is My Earlobe Piercing Bleeding Novels & Stories

Not a single peck of hair in sight… just how I like it. My heartbeat accelerates as I pass the washcloth over his nipples. A hiss slips past his lips and I look up to find his eyes half shut and cloudy with… pain? My throat tightens with alarm. “Are you okay?” “No.” His voice is a deep rumble in his chest. I swallow and whisper; “why?” His head lowers as he stares at the piercing; “I got this a few days ago. It hasn’t fully healed yet.” I look at it and for the first time, I realize that the spot is soft and tender. “Really?”

When I realized the puncture wound was simply too small for the size of the pads, I took them and wiped the area roughly. Yes the man was already in pain, and yes I could have been much more gentle, but if it helped spare his life by stopping the bleed then so be it. I wiped again looking closely at the row of teeth marks in his flesh and studying where the main bleed was located. It naturally sat where the fangs would have been. “What are you doing?” Lewis asked while still holding the screaming man. I barley heard him, I was too focussed on what was in front of me, I had managed to switch off to the man’s cries too.

“Don't worry, Princess. Nothing will happen to him, I will not let anything happen to our son… just keep yourself strong!! I am here!! I'm here with you… nothing is going to happen to him, I promise… even if that means I have to fight with the devil of the underworld, I am not afraid. I will fight him too, if that ends up being the only way to make Adrin healthy again… so don't worry!! Nothing is going to happen to him, nor are you alone here, okay.” “Ma'am, Sir, there is a small piece of gravel stuck near his left eyebrow, almost 2 mm in diameter. This is why the bleeding is not stopping yet. We need to take him to the hospital to pull it out and stitch it up. Don't worry it is going to be

“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.

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.

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.

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…?”

And yet, I had thought they could make up for everything I had failed to give her. I picked up one of the gardenia earrings, the delicate silver catching the light. My hand was still bleeding, and a drop of blood smeared across the earring, staining it red. Panic surged through me as I tried to wipe it away, but the blood only spread, stubborn and unyielding. No matter how hard I rubbed, it wouldn’t come clean.

Ivy said, with a worried expression. Piper bent down to Liam to see the blood from his nostrils. “What happened, Liam?” Piper asked, looking worried as well. “I think it’s because I picked my nose the wrong way.” Liam said, still surprised at their reaction over his nose bleed. “You hurt yourself?” Ivy asked, still looking scared.

Blood swept down onto Claire’s hand as she studied his. “It’s gonna need to stay open. We’ll wrap it and I have some powder we can use to stop the bleeding but it will need to heal on its own.” Claire said, giving him his hand back. She then stood leaning over him as she studied his shoulder. She frowned deeply seeing all her work gone and needing to be redone. She then stood and looked at his ear. She touched it slightly and he winced. The cut was long but wouldn't cause any damage to his actual ear.