Why Is My Earlobe Piercing Bleeding Novels & Stories

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.”

Corinne accepted it and wore the ear stub on her ear lobe in front of everyone. Rosie chuckled, puzzled as to what Corinne was trying to prove. "The ear stud looks good on you. It suits you very nicely." She was not complimenting Corinne sincerely, of course. She was implying that the ear stud was hers. Nevertheless, Corinne did not panic and said, "Miss Rosie, can you take a look at my ear? Is it swollen?" Dubiously, Rosie looked closely and discovered…Corinne's ear was indeed swelling. It was just a few seconds since Corinne put on the ear stud, yet her ear turned swollen and reddened. The area near the ear stud had turned purple as if it was poisoned. The symptoms looked very serious.

I said as I pulled my hand back on my lap. “Wait, I missed this,” Allorah said as she pulls out a small pin. Holding my hand back, she fixes it. I watch curiously as her hands move diligently. “All…” Allorah mutter but stopped. Furrowing my eyebrows, I close and open my eyes. What was that? “Allorah?” I said as I snap my head up. Shocked at what I see, I move and grab her. Allorah was bleeding from her nose. It wasn’t a normal bleeding; it was like if a deep wound had opened. Covering her face, Allorah stood up and back away.

" Are you done? Queenie?" I heard Jones' worried voice calling from outside. I hurriedly wiped off the stain of blood from my ear, wiping my face altogether before drying it with the towel I found here. It wasn't long after we left the beach that my ear had begun to bleed again. It was a good thing Jones didn't get the chance to see it so basically I had to find an excuse to use to be able to get away from him and I was glad I succeeded.

My hand starts to feel wet and when I realize it's blood, I panic, "Forgive me, oh, god. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't think... I didn't mean to..." Elliot keeps apologizing to me in a thousand different ways but I can only think of one thing. "Is it crooked?" I ask, interrupting his apology. I start to cry at the thought of having to have nose surgery like Marea, after bullying her so much about it, "Tell me, Elliot, is it crooked?!" "No, it's not crooked," he says and puts a piece of paper on my nose to soak up the blood, "It’s just a little blood, I didn't hit you too hard. It won't even turn purple."

She looked at the name and her eyebrows flew up. "Oh, you know Gabriel Mason?" she asked. "He's my… yes, I do," I said unsure why I felt the need to explain myself. "I'll go give him a call and be right back with your discharge papers." I touched my throat and was disconcerted by numbness there. It was a strange sensation, although still pain free. The nurse returned with papers and announced that Gabriel had been called and was on his way. "You might feel some pain once your throat thaws, but that’s completely normal, so is swelling and bruising. If there is any bleeding you should come right back here though, that’s not usually an expected outcome. Do you have any questions dear?" she aske

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.

Mable was very confident in her acupuncture skills. She could not have put the needle at the wrong point. Moreover, the silver needles used for acupuncture were extremely fine and could not cause bleeding under normal circumstances. Mable used gauze to press the bleeding spot. She thought the bleeding would stop soon, but blood continued to ooze out after almost ten minutes. The eye of the needle was small, so not much blood was flowing out. However, this could not go on. Mable took out the hemostatic ointment from her medical kit and put some on Blair’s arm, finally stopping the bleeding.

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.

There was a faint ringing in my ear, I put my hand to my left ear and felt a liquid, I dabbed at it and looked at it, it was blood. I was bleeding from my ear. What the hell was that hag trying to do to me with her scream, fry my brain? I shook my head, the ringing had already subsided, my healing was kicking in. “If there are more like that here, we are going to have a hard time,” I told Claude. He grimaced, “We are in the thick of it now, no choice but to go through.” I nodded. He was right, we had gotten all the way here, there was no turning back now.