Novel & Cerita Burst Blood Vessel In Throat

vest I was happily wearing and dispersed and the second bullet unfortunately landed high in my throat. When I hit the ground I was conscious enough to know that if I showed I was alive Victor would finish the job right then and there so for the second time in my life I dyed being dead, I sucked in my breath biting my lips hard on the inside suppressing any sounds of pain, I could feel my blood dripping from the hole in my hand and into my throat, I had a feeling that due to the loss of blood I would faint soon, I could still hear scattered fragments of Victor's conversation with Amy, I could hear her crying, feel her hot tears on my skin, then I blacked out.. I woke up three days later in a

I looked at her blood that was currently oozing from her cut wrist. I bit my lower lip to suppress the temptation but I just can't. I quickly sucked her blood but as it reaches my throat, I suddenly felt the urge to vomit that's why I instantly distanced myself from her then vomit her blood on the ground. It was like it was burning inside my throat. My eyes widened as I felt the struggles to breathe more. “D*mn,” I mumbled as I suddenly fell from sitting. My back hardly hit the ground as I was still gasping for air.

Blood splattered the stone. It came up thick and dark, burning his throat as he retched again, the sound echoing harshly through the chamber. His vision swam as the mark at his sternum throbbed violently, no longer contained to a narrow brand but widening beneath his palm in jagged, spreading lines of black corruption rimmed with angry red flesh. He sucked in a sharp breath as heat flared higher, crawling up over his collarbones and along his throat, the burn biting deep as the stain crept visibly toward his neck.

Coal roared as he swiped his hand from right to left, slicing Mark's throat. Xavier released Mark, and he dropped to his knees and grabbed his throat. Blood flowed from his throat faster than he could collect and stop. He looked out at his people through tear-filled eyes, gurgling as he choked on his blood–blood that flowed down his windpipe that was cut wide open.

I spat, “It’s what you are now, firefly, An appetizer with a pulse is the only kind he’ll stomach tonight, I expect you to be a good pet and do everything your told” I stood rigid, eyes darting nervously between Elijah and the doorway behind him. Daring to make a run for it. Without warning, his hand shot up, His hand wrapped around my throat. His thumb pressed against my carotid artery, applying a gentle but unrelenting pressure—an ominous reminder that beneath my skin flowed something he once claimed as his own. “I’m not going,” I managed, voice barely more than a whisper, Elijah’s smile widened, a cruel glint flickering across his face.

She looked at the name and her eyebrows flew up. "Oh, you know Gabriel Mason?" she asked. "He's my… yes, I do," I said unsure why I felt the need to explain myself. "I'll go give him a call and be right back with your discharge papers." I touched my throat and was disconcerted by numbness there. It was a strange sensation, although still pain free. The nurse returned with papers and announced that Gabriel had been called and was on his way. "You might feel some pain once your throat thaws, but that’s completely normal, so is swelling and bruising. If there is any bleeding you should come right back here though, that’s not usually an expected outcome. Do you have any questions dear?" she aske

he said as he turned on the engine and started driving. "A doctor for what, Sebastian?" "You were almost strangled to death. Don't forget that. We have to make sure that he didn't damage any blood vessels or your windpipe," he answered. There was no way that I could convince him that I was fine. So, I sighed and let him drive to a doctor. When we arrived at the clinic, Doctor Joseph attended to me and checked all my vitals before inspecting my throat. "All seems good, Miss Williams. If he held on to your throat for a minute longer, you could have endured serious injuries with the blood vessels in your throat. As per standard procedure, please wait for me as I go to retrieve your blood result

Clearing his throat, he got rid of his mask and parted his lips to speak. "Well, Err...it was touch and go for a while there. The bullet hit just near the collarbone, which is...a really tricky spot. You’ve got major blood vessels there, like the subclavian artery and vein—if those had been torn, well, things could’ve gone very differently. It also came dangerously close to the nerves controlling the arm and even the lungs. When you brought her in, she’d lost a lot of blood and was struggling to breathe... it was pretty dire.

My heart slammed against my ribs, the adrenaline making it hard to breathe. Slowly, I lifted my head. Marcus was already reaching for me. His hand cupped my cheek, his touch grounding, frantic. “Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes wide. “You’re bleeding.” That was when I felt it— A sharp, stabbing pain in my neck. I swallowed, but it was hard. My throat felt tight, like something was lodged there, cutting off my air. “We have to get them out of here,” I forced out, my voice raw.

He didn’t panic, but his hands seemed to stop moving for a few seconds. “The prior childhood bracing caused an undocumented adhesion. The tissue is tearing against the bar, and we have a hidden arterial bleed in the retrosternal space. The chest cavity is filling with blood. I can’t see the field. Suction, now!” Spirit was already moving before he even finished the sentence. She cleared the field with the suction tip, keeping her hands as calm as she could despite the chaos erupting around them. “Field is cleared, Dr. Voss, but the bleeding is aggressive. You have about thirty seconds before she becomes unstable beyond our ability to control it.”