Burst Blood Vessel In Throat Novels & Stories

But the worst of all was the line that was going from one side of my throat to the other. It was not too deep, and it was obvious that while my neck and chest were bloody, I’d not lost enough of the liquid to worry about dying, or at least that was the least of my worries. I quickly went to the bathroom and took a cold-ish shower, trying not to irritate my already red skin with the additional hotness.

But the worst of all was the line that was going from one side of my throat to the other. It was not too deep, and it was obvious that while my neck and chest were bloody, I’d not lost enough of the liquid to worry about dying, or at least that was the least of my worries. I quickly went to the bathroom and took a cold-ish shower, trying not to irritate my already red skin with the additional hotness.

The complete, absolute lack of water aggressively transformed his severely crushed throat entirely into a violently burning column of crushed glass. Hours violently dragged by in a terrifying, deeply suffocating blur of raw pain and hot blood. He violently hallucinated the putrid, thick taste of the rotting vegetables actively filling his actively bleeding mouth all over again. He weakly dragged his entirely shredded, violently peeling tongue completely across his torn lips, actively tasting nothing but the thick, metallic tang of his own fresh, dark blood continuously pouring entirely from the deep gashes violently caused by the rusted muzzle.

Suddenly, there was a series of bangs. Sean was thumping wildly on the ground in the underground basement. The strong poison was making the blood vessels in his body twist together like pretzels. His blood was ricocheting and boiling, making all the veins on his body bulge. He turned a bright red all over, and some parts of his body were even a dark purple! It was a sign of an imminent blood vessel explosion! "Aargh!" Sean opened his mouth wide and growled in pain, but he could not make a sound. It felt as if there was a fish bone stuck in his throat.

Then I leaned into her, pressing my erection into her ass cheeks and fighting to control the desire that held me so much in a chokehold. Just then, a bad cough wrecked her entire body, throwing her up the table, and the second time her body vibrated underneath me, she spat something onto the table and grabbed her throat. I sprang up, my sixth sense immediately kicking in. No, no, no. God, no. “Iris, what’s wrong?” My eyes fell to the table, and I felt a painful kick in the gut at the sight they met. Blood too? What the hell? “M-My throat,” she rasped, her fingers climbing up her throat in a sort of desperation. “It feels like it’s closing up. I-I…”

I can’t explain. My chest palpated and the heart was ready to explode. The heat rushed into my veins like a thrombus fulminates. The lump in my throat got stuck and it was hard to swallow deep down. I can’t think straight. I screamed and pulled my hair. Finally! giving up on the ground.

I yell and he completely goes insane. In a split second, he has grabbed the desktop and smashed it against the wall behind me. Glass and plastic pieces fly on the air. I gasp when a piece of glass cuts across the left side of my neck and bright red blood spurts out. My clothes are immediately soaked. The neck has major blood vessels. I am hemorrhaging. I use my right hand to press on my neck while dialing my colleague with the left. “Luna?” “Get emergency blood and prepare for OT.”

I tilted my head back and drank deeply, draining half the glass in one long swallow. The water was cool and refreshing as it went down my throat. Normal. Perfectly normal. I set the glass down, about to tell Lyra it was safe, when my throat suddenly constricted. Pain exploded through my chest. Sharp, burning, agonising pain that radiated outward from my stomach. I tried to speak, but instead of words, blood came pouring out of my mouth. I coughed violently, more blood splattering across the table and my clothes. "Damon!" Lyra's scream seemed to come from very far away. "Damon, what's wrong?"

I feel my ribs bust and a growl of pain vibrates hugely from my throat as I cough out blood. I fight the blackness creeping into my vision but that's nearly impossible as gravity takes effect, slamming my eyes close. . . TBC.

ROSE “It’s just a bruise. I’ll get you a neck brace. Don’t strain your neck too much and the bruises will go away in a day or two.” The doctor closed his bag. “Are you sure?” Rum pointed at my neck. “One of her vessels ruptured!” And the doctor cast him a deadpan look. “You’re welcome to get a second opinion. All her vessels are intact. Her throat looks fine—.” “But you didn’t even use those machines to scan her throat!”