Blood In Saliva In Morning の小説・ストーリー

Four guards were assigned to guard and protect us. I was already familiar with them. This particular day, the one that was usually assigned the morning shift on Tuesdays, entered "Luna, breakfast." I was so excited to eat that I rose to take my food. I took my food and settled down to eat. Immediately, I put the food in my mouth and started chewing. I noticed that my throat was burning. I swallowed it to stop the burning, but that just made it worse. I started choking and vomiting blood. I held my throat to ease the pain, but that did not even help at all.

He began to feel nauseous and then spat out a mouthful of blood! Was he that pissed?

My hands shook as I clutched the edge of the sink, staring down at the impossible mess. Blood. From me. This first blood from last night was from the other part of my body and now it coming out of my mouth, I thought the doctor and nurse treated this already. Why did it transfer to coming out from my mouth. “Jay!” Alex’s voice thundered through the door, urgent now. The handle rattled. “Open the damn door!” But I couldn’t move. Couldn’t answer. All I could do was stare at the crimson streaks and feel terror sink, heavy and merciless, into my chest.

It feels like liquid fire expanding in my lungs, a sharp, tearing pressure that cuts off my airway entirely. A harsh, hacking cough rips violently through my throat. I jerk backward, breaking his grip as I instinctively bring my right hand up to cover my mouth, my body trembling from the sudden, agonizing spasm. The taste of heavy iron and copper instantly coats my tongue, warm and thick. I pull my hand away from my lips, my chest heaving as I look down into my palm in the dim twilight of the hallway. Blood. Thick, dark, metallic-smelling blood is dripping from my fingers, pooling in the creases of my skin and smearing across my palm.

After about thirty seconds, Akira pulled her finger out, with a disgusted look on her face. “I didn’t feel anything besides what I’m guessing was-” She began, but was cut off when she looked at her finger, which was covered in blood, “-...saliva…” “That doesn’t look like saliva…” I replied, before reluctantly putting my own finger in her mouth for a few seconds, feeling around and taking it out just as fast. Just like Akira’s, my own finger was coated in blood as well. “Ok that’s...concerning.” Akira responded, as we both wiped our hands to get the blood off, “Where do you think that blood came from?”

He was afraid that he would be in real danger that time! Slight nausea slowly appeared in the back of the throat, and his blood pressure surged. He tried to suppress the urge to vomit. At the same time, Maisy spoke, "Mr. Cook, you’ve been standing there for a long time. Why don’t you sit down and have a rest?" Steven did not say anything, and stood still, motionless. Maisy then stretched her hand out to support him, only to hear the sound of spitting. She saw a flash of red in front of her eyes. Steven had spat a mouthful of blood.

She yawned heavily, she finally got out of bed and walked directly to the bathroom. She stretched and faced the mirror on the wall, she looked at herself her hair was in a mess "Whatever" she muttered, and scratched her itching scalp. She yawned again and bent to wash her face but something caught her attention, her palm, it was stained with blood. She looked closely at the mirror and saw blood stains on her nose. She had bled "Oh no, I had a cut last night." She cleaned up, she sashayed her way into the kitchen there, Michal was preparing breakfast she sat on the counter and coughed out to attract Michal's attention.

Just as I think I saw it, the light went out again. Light ... small thing on the desk ... My phone! That was my phone! I opened my mouth, as if I wanted to tell the phone to come to me. Something dropped onto my lap. I looked down. It felt wet. It smelled ... of iron? I tasted something metallic in my mouth. My tongue slowly traced my teeth. It tasted bitter. That hadn't been saliva. It was blood. My shoulders slumped together. I felt as if I would die of a heart-attack.

Then I coughed. The cough hurt my throat, and I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my voice in case someone was listening. When I removed my hand, I saw a bloodstain on my palm. My vision was going from blurry to clear and blurry again. I wondered why I had blood in my cough. But before I could comprehend that, I coughed more vigorously, and blood pushed out of my throat. I panicked when I saw that, but before I knew it, I was vomiting, and it was blood all over me.

Lianna's words were faint, I couldn't even grasp a particular word she tried to spill. Hillarial got up, rolled his mouth, his lips curled in different directions. Then he slobbered, generously on her. That color, didn't look the usual; it was blackish brown. I froze. My eyes widened for I'd never seen such colour of saliva before. I wheeled my head to the south, as I couldn't stand the sight, and a blasting, bursting sound pricked my ears. I twirled.