Woke Up With Broken Blood Vessel In Eye Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Nothing an ice pack won’t cure once I’m home.” She nods, but I feel her watching me as I find my seat. I try my best to hold my arm against my side to avoid anyone noticing the blood seeping into my shirt. Once I find a seat, I open the selfie camera on my phone to see how bad the damage is. The entire side of my face is swelling, with dark bruises forming. My teeth feel wiggly when I press my tongue to the side of my mouth. The blood vessels in my eye broke, making my entire eyeball appear bloody. “I’m trying to heal you as fast as I can, Zara,” Lavender says. “It’s just a lot at once for me. I’m sorry.”

But this bullet was several times larger than a pistol bullet and fired in large quantities, resulting in more than enough power to penetrate the thin ice that Brawen had barely created. Brawen leaned over to dodge but only kept it from hitting the eye. Fortunately, there was a mask of ice in front of the eyes, so that the bullet did not hurt the eye. However, the ice on the right eye broke off. Although the entire face could not be seen, the strange red eye was completely exposed to the eyes of those present. In the darkness of the night, that eye shone with a transparent red like frozen blood, an unusually thick blood flowed around the black pupil, half of the eye was irregular purple line

‘After all his friend passed through, he should be a good person’. As the vase collided with the wall, an acute piece of the ceramic as it broke apart, sliced beneath his right eye, revealing the whitish insides of his body which was immediately covered by red blood that gushed out of the three centimeters long injury. Another piece as the vase collided with the wall, peeled away the nails of his middle finger entirely, leaving a murky but fleshy lump of red flesh in its place. “Fuck!” Harold cried out as he dropped what remained of the vase to the floor. He held the finger which had experienced the bruise, not minding the blood that poured out of his eye in cascades.

Without warning, shards of glass rain down on my body, followed by a sharp impact on my head. I gasp in pain, my eyes darting to the floor to see a broken lamp lying at my feet. Blood streams from the wound on my forehead, and a throbbing ache settles in. Lifting my head up, my eyes meet the ceiling as I am suddenly tackled to the ground.

My eyelids hazily opened, my vision blurry as I slowly raised my head from the steering wheel. At first I saw nothing, just shapes of objects, then a few seconds later, my blurred vision slowly became clearer. The shapes, turning into familiar images, my reality feeling distorted. Half of my car’s bonnet was smashed into the fence, with smoke drifting from the dented bonnet of the car. The windshield shattered, with broken pieces of the glass on the dash board. I shifted my head slowly to the dented side mirror to see blood seeping from the edge of my forehead and from my nostrils.

I stood up slowly under Soren's cold, watchful gaze. I'd planned to return to the room for a change of clothes and jewelry, but my heel unexpectedly broke, causing me to stagger and tumble to the side. There was a loud crash as the vase hit the ground. Shards of it flew through the air, one of them slicing my wrist. Blood beaded across my skin and trickled down my arm. I forced myself into an upright position and noticed the bracelet I wore had cracked, its luster lost to the blood coating it.

His injured body stirred slightly, having received a vial of life. I leaned closer to place my forehead on his. Our skin held on to each other like magnets. A sharp, pain rose in my head. I could feel a sting in my eyes. It felt like my eyes were poked with sharp pins. My eyes watered. I was testing up. I felt the first drop escape my eyelids but it didn't feel like the usual runny feel of tears. It was thicker and smelt like…. Blood.

Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight... "Stop." I'm dizzy. For a few seconds, I can't see anything, and my face is throbbing so hard I must have burst a vein. The ground in front of me appears in two's, and even though the big man's hand didn't hit my eyes, I'm convinced I have popped a blood vessel in my eyes. I can't even cry, or scream. I'm just silent. Silently watching the drops of blood that pool in front of me. I'm not sure if it's from my nose or my busted lip, but it hurts.

Zane's POV I woke upside down, hanging from my seatbelt like a piece of meat in a butcher shop. Blood dripped into my eyes from a gash somewhere on my forehead. My left arm hung at an unnatural angle and every breath sent sharp pain through my ribs. Broken. Several of them were definitely broken.

I lose my balance and fall on the floor where the glass pieces of the crockery he broke a while ago are scattered. Burning pain and something wet on my arm, just below the wrist registers in my head and forces me to look at it. My mouth agape when I see one of the pointed glass pieces went into my arm and blood is streaming out of it. Tears begin flowing down my face as I try to pull it out with my other hand. A faint scream escapes my lips when I become successful in my attempt. Flow of blood becomes faster.