Coughed Up Mucus Ball With Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

He coughed up another mouthful of blood, but it wasn't red but black this time! He had been poisoned!

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.

I gasp looking at my clock. Fuckkkkk, what’s wrong with me ? Tomorrow is a very busy day! Ow, I feel a sharp pain in my head as I stand up a cough escapes my lips and before I know it more follow and I’m coughing blood.

The taste of copper flooded my mouth. When I pulled my hand away, it was bright red with blood. Not just traces—actual blood, thick and arterial, splattered across my palm and dripping between my fingers. "Kyle!" Thomas's voice seemed to come from very far away. Another coughing fit seized me, more violent than the first. Blood sprayed across the white hospital gown, across the pristine sheets, across the bedside table where my coffee cup sat forgotten. I doubled over with the force of it, my body convulsing as my lungs tried to expel something that wasn't supposed to be there.

The feeling rushed upwards, until I couldn’t hold it in. I lifted up from my bed quickly, nails dug into the edge of the bedframe. Warm wetness gushed out from my mouth as I coughed. It splashed right against the floor. The metallic taste of blood flooded my tongue, making me gag as dizziness washed over me. Wiping the back of my hand against my chin, my eyes hardened at the sight of the red patch—blood. The feeling squeezed me even more. I grabbed my chest— urgh. “What’s going on?”

Before he went to his work place as his colleague faced some difficulties to defend a case. A man of my dad's age looked at me and advanced. He had a black court on. His eyes teary as well. "He was guiding me to fight a case when he suddenly coughed badly. He felt a sharp pain and he coughed some blood clottings. I rushed him to hospital and now the doctor is operating him." He informed "What did they say?" I asked in a mere whisper. It suddenly seemed a heavy task to voice out my own thoughts. "They said... it..it might be last of hi--"

I had been throwing up all day from being sick, unable to keep anything down. There wasn't a single snack left in the house because I had been too weak to go grocery shopping lately. All I could do was lie in bed. My stomach growled with hunger, but I kept throwing up. I didn't even have the strength to make myself a bowl of soup. Suddenly, the metallic scent of blood hit the air. Realizing something was wrong, I forced myself up with every ounce of strength I had left, only to see Elliot violently vomiting blood. The doctor's warning flashed through my mind. If he started throwing up blood, he needed emergency resuscitation immediately to survive.

Finally, the heavy metal security doors clicked shut, leaving only me and my dad alone in the massive, quiet laboratory. Another rough fit of rattling coughs erupted from his throat, his weak hands twitching against the wires. Moving with total urgency, I reached through the wide access hole in the protective glass dome and gently held his neck to support his head. With my other hand, I pulled a clean white handkerchief straight from my trouser pocket and pressed it firmly over his mouth to help him breathe. He kept coughing blood into the fabric—a lot of dark, thick blood that instantly stained the white linen a deep, terrifying shade of red.

“Please, sit down with us, let us know what’s going on. Because honestly, we’re so confused.” I nod, resting my elbow on the table and putting my chin in my palm. In reality, now that I have a moment to consider it, my coughing fit really was frightening. I went to bed last night the picture of health, and today I’m coughing up blood? I’m tired, of course, but I had thought it was just because I didn’t get any sleep. But…is it more than that? Is this ache within me…is something else going on?

"Hehe—" The room was silent for what seemed like forever until my little brother's throat suddenly let out a wheezing sound, like a broken accordion gasping for air. Mom frantically dabbed at his forehead when, out of nowhere, he coughed up blood. A spray of dark red, mixed with the gray of shredded paper and the vivid scarlet of fresh blood, splattered everywhere. His face turned a sickly pale in a heartbeat. "Ambulance! Brianna, call an ambulance, now!"