Novel & Cerita Burst Blood Vessel In Throat

My fingers closed tightly around a heavy, jagged shard of shattered metal, torn from the ambulance frame during the initial crash. Garrett squeezed harder. Bones in my neck creaked. "Goodnight, little wolf." Lungs burning, my vision fading to a narrow, dark tunnel, I tightened my grip on the bloody metal spike. With a final, screaming surge of adrenaline, I drove my arm directly upward. The jagged metal tore straight through the soft tissue beneath Garrett's jaw, sinking deep into his neck. His eyes widened in absolute shock. The crushing pressure on my throat vanished instantly. Garrett staggered back, clutching the bloody spike protruding from his throat. He tried to speak. A wet, gargling

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

There was no room for error. Time slowly passed. For the three of them, each second felt like an eternity. Finally, after half an hour of maintaining this state... “Pfft...” The bubble finally traveled up Andrius’ throat and was spat out through his mouth. The moment he did, blood started to flow from his orifices. It was a small trickle at first, like the faint smoke from a candle, but after two or three seconds, it became a steady stream without stopping! Blood kept flowing, running down his cheeks and neck and dripping down...

Your mom and I are feeling so much at ease now that you aren't bullying Meg anymore. I stayed silent. "Dad, Mom, you won't be feeling at ease for long. Megan can play the victim at home and win all your sympathy and favoritism, but out in the world, no one will be buying her act," I thought. Suddenly, a metallic tang surged up my throat. Before I could swallow it back, I coughed violently, and bright red blood covered my palm. "You must be suffering from an irritated throat. Here, have some water." Mom quickly handed me a glass of water.

“Your bruises are spreading again, Vaelora.” I sat up, perched on the edge of the bed, and grabbed a mirror. Sure enough, the bruise had spread all the way to my shoulder and across the front of my body. Right on my chest, my neck felt hot, and I coughed. My throat felt excruciatingly sore; Kaelith immediately offered me a glass of water. But before I could take it, my hand couldn’t reach it. The glass shattered, and when I pulled my hand away from my mouth, I froze.

The adrenaline from fighting Brecken had covered up the exhaustion for a few minutes, but now that he was gone, all the pain and weakness came rushing back. Then a sharp heat started burning at the back of my throat. It wasn't normal thirst. It felt like someone had dragged a hot piece of metal down my throat, leaving behind a dry, painful burn that made every breath hurt. "No..." I rasped, pressing a hand against my neck.

I gasped violently, my body convulsing as I sucked in breath after breath like a drowning person breaking the surface. Coughs tore through me uncontrollably, my chest heaving as I tried to steady myself, my hands instinctively flying to my throat, rubbing the aching skin as I struggled to breathe properly again. It hurt. Everything hurt. My throat burned, my chest ached, and the back of my head throbbed violently where it had slammed into the chair earlier. When I reached back and touched it, my fingers came away wet. Blood. A flicker of alarm shot through me, but it barely had time to settle before survival instinct took over again.

The spasm causes a spurt of metal-tasting liquid to gush up my throat. An involuntary spit comes out of mouth. Using the back of my hand, I wipe the annoying drip and inspect it. Blood.

Vincent looked back at me then reached out his hand to help me up. "Did you bring anything to drink?" I asked in a hoarse voice. Now my chest is starting to feel hot and sore, just like my throat. "No. Come on, come inside. You can drink all you want in the kitchen," Vincent said before letting go of my hand. I cleared my throat several times to clear the discomfort in my throat and chest. That's weird ... even though I'm not sick. But my mind came back to when I vomited blood a few hours ago. The sensation was similar to that time.

The fork pierced directly into Veronica’s throat and blood splattered instantly. The ballroom erupted into chaos as people screamed. Veronica collapsed to the floor clutching her throat in horror, unable to speak. The elegant birthday banquet transformed into complete madness.