Blood In Saliva In Morning Mga Nobela at Kwento

Metallic. He pressed his bleeding wrist to my mouth. "Drink," Rian ordered. "Alpha blood carries oxygen. It carries the cure." My lips were sealed. Rian cursed. He jammed his thumb into the corner of my mouth. He pried my jaw open. My jaw clicked. It was stiff. He pressed the cut against my teeth. The blood flowed into my mouth. It was warm. It tasted like iron and salt. It pooled in the back of my throat. I couldn't swallow. The reflex was gone.

In the middle of the night, Madelyn was jolted awake by intense, sharp pain and a strong taste of blood in her throat. She immediately covered her mouth and nose, lifting her blanket and immediately going into the bathroom without even putting on shoes. There, she vomited a mouthful of blood. Her clothes and the floor were stained with blood...

My mouth watered. I woke up gasping, tangled in unfamiliar sheets in a room I half-remembered. Dawn light filtered through heavy curtains. My hands were muddy. My feet were bare and dirty. And on my tongue, the unmistakable taste of blood.

Even I can say I look awful. "I can't eat. It hurts" My voice practically disappears as I speak and I swallow thickly to make it easier. But swallowing is the main reason for the pain in my throat. I can thank the silver I drank and ate while at Red Blood. Something makes my stomach coil suddenly and I press a hand to my stomach. Please don't be sick, I silently beg myself. My body responds by racking my spine with coughs and I put a hand to my mouth as blood comes up along with some more silver. I scrunch my hand up to cover the small burning from the silver before wiping the blood on my napkin.

The stale-smelling fabric blended with the scent of bitter metal as Minnow could feel the warm liquid stream unhindered from her fractured nose. She swayed sitting up and immediately felt the impulse to vomit as her body cramped in waves. She removed the duct tape from her mouth with trembling fingers and inhaled deeply before heaving stomach acid over her lap. "Oh, why me?" Minnow sobbed, using the arm on her jumper to wipe away the sticky substance from her bruised nose and lips. The tangy and sweet taste lingered in her mouth, spitting the mixed saliva blood into the dark. Her eyes widened until they hurt as she desperately attempted to find any form of light in the dense blackness.

But the moment I got into our room, I felt nauseous and rushed to the bathroom to throw up. I vomited in the sink and the pain in my head returned. "God, what's happening to me?" I whimpered, clutching my head and squeezing my eyes. When I opened my eyes and looked down at the sink, I was shocked. I had vomited blood. "Blood..." I gasped.