Romans & histoires Burst Blood Vessel In Throat

“Hm, I didn’t know it was an artery. Looks like you did well in med school.” “The blood spurts in pulses… death comes in seconds from lack of oxygen to the brain.” “Is there any way to survive?” “Unlikely, but not impossible. If the cut is shallow, hitting only the external jugular, and someone presses a clean cloth on it immediately… there’s a chance.” “You think Gabe would know how to save you?” “I… don’t know,” I said honestly.

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.

“Anything.” “How do you pick where to bite me?” His lips go to my neck. “It depends on what I want.” “What does that mean?” My eyes flutter shut. “If I wanted to kill you, I’d go for an artery. If I bite you here,” he says and moves his mouth to the front of my neck, teeth on either side of my trachea. “The carotid artery,” I breathe. “Yes. The aorta is another option.” “But that’s under the sternum.”

My veins didn’t feel like they were on fire; they felt like they were being threaded with silver, a cold, brilliant luminosity tracing a map beneath my skin. “Mine.” A possessive growl escaped my chest. I worked in a second finger in her mouth. My eyes shot up to him. The word wasn't a question. It was a stamp. A brand. I knew that word, it wasn't meant to be a good thing, I tried to spit his fingers out of my mouth but he forced them back in. Doc’s free hand grabbed the back of my head. Stilling me “You don’t ever spit” I said. “You swallow…Always” Pushing both of my digits into the back of her throat. Cutting off her breath. “Swallow them”

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.

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Once the entire liquid was dumped down my hyoid bone, my head was released with a jerk and I made strangled gasping sounds as I dropped my head forward in pain. My face is probably flushed and sweaty, eyes red from my crying, throat raw from the acid. Blood flowed down my open mouth and dripped onto my jeans in repeated drops, the skin of my throat itchy as they began to meld back together and quickly heal. But before I could even raise my head up and finally breathe without feeling like the air passing into my mouth made my melted throat burn, even more, a hard blow was slammed to the side of my head and my face twisted with a nauseating crack.

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.

Understanding immediately, Eugene obediently nodded. The doctor shone a penlight on both of Eugene's eyes. The bright light pierced his pupils and disappeared. Whether it was his imagination or not, not only his throat but also his eyes felt dry and stinging. "The petechial hemorrhaging is severe, but it will disappear with time. For a while, you'll have difficulty swallowing saliva and breathing, and there will be pain. The muscles and organs inside your throat are swollen and damaged, so don't force yourself to make sounds. Rest well and take it easy."

But… this pain in my chest was too much. To my huge relief, the medical assessment revealed that Sadie's injuries were relatively minor. The gash on her arm required only a handful of stitches, expertly administered by the clinic's skilled surgical team. While the blow to her face had left a sizable bruise on her cheekbone, it was deemed superficial and would heal with time. However, there was a minor blockage in her throat artery. Swift action was taken, and a minor surgical procedure swiftly resolved the issue, ensuring unimpeded blood flow and alleviating any potential complications.