Brisk Bleeding Meaning Mga Nobela at Kwento

I bit my lip in embarrassment. Rhysand cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah. We had some, ah, vigorous intercourse yesterday. Like many times." "Vigorous ntercouse relationships? Can't you find better words?" He raised his eyebrows. "I would say I gave you a pleasurable orgasm. But I don't think the doctor wants to hear that." I felt my cheeks heat up. "I'm sorry." I said to the doctor. "Ignore him." She looked like she was trying not to laugh. "The stronger sex can do that," she said, her gaze returning to the screen. "And like I said, bleeding isn't uncommon. So is vomiting, and nausea. It's a natural reaction."

I cried, engulfed by pure fear. I could feel the warmth spreading across my face as my nose began to bleed. The blood trickled out, a slow but steady stream that I couldn't seem to stop. I felt dizzy and disoriented, as though the world was tilting on its axis. The metallic tang of blood filled my nostrils and I could taste it in my mouth. It was a sickening, coppery taste that made me want to gag. But I couldn't focus on that now. I had to do something about Raina.

I took the pieces of my dress and placed them on the bleeding surface, but it was useless. Restlessly, I got up and looked around the wood. I remembered how Granny had told me about a particular type of leaf in the woods that helped sustain an injured person. According to her, if the leaves are squeezed, and the substance from it is applied to the surface of a bleeding wound, the bleeding would stop and sustain the person until medical help is given.

I run at Bram and drive the makeshift weapon into his upper back. Bram stiffens and lets out a warped growl. He rips the piece of wood out of his back and drops it to the floor. Blood immediately oozes out of his back, dripping down the backs of his legs. He turns, and takes a step towards me, reaching his bloody hand out for me. I take a step back and slip on the trail of blood forming on the floor, unable to steady myself, I crash onto my back, and a loud puff of air escapes my lungs.

“You’re bleeding. Why? What happened to you? Are you hurt?” He blinked, startled by my urgency, and immediately tried to lessen the fear, he smiled, dropping his chin, “It's nothing. It's just a nosebleed. I'll heal.” I raised his chin, eyeing him closely there was something about the way he said it. It felt too generic almost guilty. The hair at my nape rose, panic settling in “It's not nothing,” I snapped, reaching for his face, “You are bleeding through your nose. Why? This doesn't make any sense.”

I pressed my palm harder against my nose, trying to slow the bleeding, but it kept coming, warm and relentless, soaking into the fabric of my shirt. The blood oozed like a fountain.

What else do I want him to do? “Octavia,” a familiar feminine voice brought my thoughts to a complete halt and I looked to see Brittney standing right beside me, her eyes wide with worry. “You…. You’re bleeding.” She pointed out as she tore the hem of her skirt in an instant and wrapped it around my hand and it wasn’t until then that I knew that I was actually bleeding. Blood seeped out of my palm and lingered underneath my nails, I felt weak, broken and my heart hung in my stomach as I watched Brittney wrap the fabric she had torn around my hand.

Shame rolled off him in waves, hot an⁠d pa‌lpable. “The medication‍,” I said clearly, my voice finding⁠ a‍ steady register for the benefit of the room. “It can thin⁠ the blood. This happens somet‍imes. It l Doesn't look that bad.” It was a necessary, blatant lie. We all kn⁠ew it. ⁠ The noseble⁠ed was not the illness, but a flag it had plant⁠ed, a visibl‌e decla‍ration o‌f its pre⁠sence in our midst.

It was like I had gotten the piercing a year ago, and not just yesterday. I burped, and the coppery taste of blood filled my mouth. I grimaced. Ugh, I must have ingested my blood by mistake. I rubbed my tongue against the roof of my mouth, still stunned. This didn’t make any sense. Why did the wound on my tongue stop bleeding in such a short time? My condition caused wounds to bleed uncontrollably, and because of this my skin bruised easily. Had Lucius done something to stop the bleeding, like that pain relief bar from last night? That had done the trick—

Briar rubbed the base of her neck with her hand. “Are you ok? You look a little pale. Alyssa didn’t hurt you back there, did she?” He asked looking at her back where the pen hit. “A pen isn’t going to hurt me, Rei. I think I just got too angry, and need to settle down. I have chronic migraines in situations with high stress. I gotta go.” Briar stumbled past him and headed right for the front door, she needed some air.