Blood In Saliva In Morning Novels & Stories

she asked, leaning on the wall beside her. The sooner the better and preferably before Irene returned to work. “Not yet. They’re doing a procedure in the morning, so I guess it will depend on what they find. His tests didn’t look too good, so he definitely has some bleeding…” She looked over at Vin suddenly and said in a tired voice, “Vin, you know the blood-alcohol level was standard.” “Irene,” Vin barked, pulling away from his conversation with Brenden. “Would you order a blood-alcohol level on a man at eight in the morning? Or do I come across as a drunk to you?”

Bree woke up feeling absolutely awful. Her mouth tasted sour, so she hurried to the bathroom and threw up. Only saliva came out, and she felt dizzy from getting up too fast. The bitter, acidic taste lingered in her mouth. She wiped her lips and splashed water on her face. When she looked at herself in the mirror, that was when she noticed her swollen eyes. And then the memories from last night came crashing down on her like an avalanche. As soon as she remembered what she had witnessed, the pain returned full force. Her eyes watered again.

I cried. "Yes, sweetie. Blood is what you are now." "But when I brushed my teeth there was no blood. I had saliva." "You brush your teeth?" "Yeah ..." "You're not going to get tooth decay, Kim. I promise." I spat a clot of blood on the floor of the tub. "It wasn't like that before, I swear it. There was spit, not blood."

The moment that I got to the room, I immediately went to the bathroom and I spit out saliva because I could still taste the blood. "Fck! I guess my jaw weakened huh? This wouldn’t bleed even if I am slapped a few times but in just one slap of that man it already bled. Funny. I said to myself, after that I washed my face and cleaned my mouth. I got out of the comfort room and went to my study table to get some cigarette.

Not giving it much thought I leaned forward to drink. With both my palms joined before my mouth the water flow down my palms into my mouth instead of hitting the floor. My eyes fluttered closed as the water flowed down my throat, drenching the dryness of my mouth. The water may have tasted weird but at that time I didn't think much. But after some time it was getting worse. I could taste iron in it and the water has gotten thicker. I opened my eyes . In the dim light instead of water a red liquid was flowing down. I jerked back and fell on my butts. I began to spat the content of my mouth .I wanted to puke my guts from the taste of blood .

I said. “Yes, I wanted to tell you that when you come. Yesterday when we checked on him, he was okay. He was just healing slowly. This morning, however, he looked worse, and the injury seemed worse. He has been vomiting red substances since past midnight. His body seems to reject the blood, and the silver is spreading. I took his blood from his neck and arm to test it. Until the blood is confirmed, I can’t really tell what is going on,” he said. I looked at Silver. He didn't say anything, and I didn't know it was that serious. He was avoiding eye contact. I sighed. “When you are done with the test, please inform me,” I said.

I gripped the sink and leaned forward until my forehead nearly touched the glass. Then the first mouthful of blood hit. Thick, metallic. I spat it into the basin, crimson streaks splattering porcelain like paint on snow. Another wave came almost instantly, forcing me to my knees. My body shook with the effort to hold it in, to not wake him with the sound. “Fuck…” My voice cracked against the tiles.

- THE NEXT DAY- Gianna's POV; I woke up this morning very tired and I felt disoriented. I was not ready to start my day. I felt very weak. My mouth started getting full of saliva and I knew what was coming. I quickly got up from the bed trying my hardest not to disturb a sleeping Adriano. My knees banged against the floor in front of the toilet and I threw up in it. My body was not cooperating with me. I felt very odd this morning.

My fingers instinctively come up to my upper lip, and when I pull them away, they’re red. Not just red. Coated. Blood. I shoot up in bed too fast and the world spins. I hold the sheet to my chest as another warm trickle runs down my nostril, sliding into the corner of my mouth. My stomach clenches. My heart bangs so loud in my ears I think I might pass out again. I press the back of my hand to my nose and crawl out of bed, half-stumbling across the room toward the bathroom. But it’s not just the blood. It’s what I see when I glance back at the bed.

He tilted his head back, downing the draught himself, then leaned over me and crushed his lips to mine. He tilted his head, forcing the warm liquid from his mouth to mine. But before I could swallow, a violent spasm wracked my body and I began to vomit. Clots of black blood, mixed with shimmering, silver particles, spewed from my mouth. The particles glittered eerily under the light, seeming to writhe as if they were alive. The color drained from Fenris's face. He was horrified. "What… What is this?" he stared at the silver flecks. "Where the hell is the healer? Get in here now!"