Burst Blood Vessel In Throat Novels & Stories

she said to my joke “now open your mouth” she commanded and he obey as she also put the torch in to also check “My throat feels sore” he complained after she was done “Yes about that” she started as she started opening his buttons to his shirt to check his chest where the scar was “We had to put a pipe down your throat to help you breath as your lungs collapsed due to the attack” she explained and then stopped to look at him “Do you still feel discomfort or swelling in your throat area because if you do then it might have gotten infected and we would need to do something about that” she said in a worried tone

A single, tiny bead of dark red blood welled up where the metal touched him. "One twitch," I whispered, leaning down until my breath stirred his hair. "One muscle movement, and I slide this four centimeters to the left. You’ll bleed out on your white carpet in less than forty seconds. Not even your expensive medical team can stitch a severed carotid that fast."

My hands are shaking, slippery with blood. Inside. Up three flights of stairs. Every step agony. My throat's healing but everything else hurts. Muscles, bones, organs. Like my entire body's bruising from the inside. I make it to my flat. Lock the door. Stagger to the bathroom. The mirror shows a horror. Blood covering my neck and chest, soaking through my scrubs. Hair matted with it. Eyes too wide, pupils blown. And the wound. Two puncture marks on my throat. Deep, ragged. They should require surgery. Should be gaping open.

The veins that ran from my neck to my head threatened to pop and my face was heavily flushed. I chewed on my bottom lip, nearly drawing blood from it. The stinging pain that shot through the soft flesh was enough to elicit a wince from me, but I couldn't even bring myself to make a sound. Trying to get myself to speak would just seem as though I wanted to poke an angry dragon. At the opening of its mouth, spitballs of fire would erupt everywhere.

I pushed every single ounce of my remaining life force into my throat, desperate to make a sound. A sharp, agonizing pop echoed inside my neck. A hot wave of iron flooded my mouth. My vocal cords, shredded by hours of silent labor and ruined by Vanessa's siphoning magic, had literally snapped under the pressure. Instead of a desperate plea, only a wet, gargling gasp escaped my lips. I coughed violently, spraying dark, thick blood onto my chin and chest. Ethan slowly turned his head to look at me.

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."

The next second, the gun at his waist was gone. He swore and lunged at Poppy, fully intending to beat her bloody. He wouldn't stop until she was screaming and begging for mercy. But the moment he moved, blood suddenly sprayed from his throat. Then the pain hit. Blood poured out like a faucet had been turned all the way on. Oscar couldn't breathe. No matter how wide he opened his mouth, no air came in. His eyes bulged as he clamped both hands over his throat, but it was useless. Warm blood kept spilling through his fingers.

A gurgling cry rips from my throat as I call out for Axel in my mind, receiving no response. I try to sob, but it comes out in a bubbling growl as I gag on the blood that invades my throat. The taste of the hot metallic substance has me choking as it spews from my mouth, splattering my face with the blood that should still be inside of me. Matthews’ bite had gone deep enough to break through more than just my heart and my bond with Axel. It seems like it has also severed my throat.

I hiss and he increased the pressure on my arm and smirked. I tried pulling my arm away but it didn't work. The veins in my neck were tightening and I gritted my teeth and growled loudly in frustration. My arm started throbbing and it felt as if the circulation had cut off. I gritted my teeth, and my brain was desperately trying to figure out a quick and likely successful way to free myself.

Yes, totally easy. A loud gurgling sound made me snap my eyes back to the doctor, my nostrils only then registering the metallic smell of blood. My eyes widened when I saw him choking, as blood dripped from his neck. I cursed and reached for him, applying pressure to where the blood seemed to be coming from. Just right along his jugular. From my peripheral, I saw Jameson get off the bed, his movements rushed, he was definitely not as weak as he’d made me assume.