Coughed Up Mucus Ball With Blood Novels & Stories

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.

Emma followed and fixed the bed in a seating position as my arms went around his back, holding him up, trying to be as careful as possible. His eyes slowly glided open and his coughs increased. I took the napkin from my side and placed it in his palm, his hand went to his mouth and he coughed more. At the end of each cough, it had that whistling sound you get when the airways are closing up. They were coming thick and fast now as if he was struggling to get enough air. His breath came out short and in shallow bursts as his coughs began to cease. When he pulled the napkin away, I saw the few blood droplets over it and my chest squeezed tight, the doctor said this may happen in the beginning b

A new place meant new allergies, so it wouldn’t be unusual for anyone to have a bit of congestion. This, however, was more than a simple clearing of her throat. The cough was loud and deep, and wet, as if coming from deep within her chest. She covered her mouth with her hand, and when she pulled her hand back, there was red splotches in her palm. Blood. Alice was coughing up blood?! “Daddy…” Alice said, her voice wobbling. “I don’t feel so good.” I didn’t know where the hospital was, and there wasn’t anyone to ask. But I had seen the way the car went, carrying Amber and the mayor. Pointing myself that direction, I started to run.

I took a sip in a hurry, coughing profusely afterward. "Relax." She said, patting my back. I nodded, covering my mouth while still coughing. "Yo! Don't cough out your lungs." She whispered. I couldn't hold it. Something was wrong and I had no idea what. I opened my palm to see a stain of blood. This has never happened before. What went wrong? "Is that blood?" Daven asked, grabbing my palm. I nodded, wiping it off. "Has that happened before?" She asked again, clearly worried and shocked.

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?”

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.

"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!"

then she began to cough again and I waited for her to continue but the pre longed cough never seized to the extent she had to clutch her chest and cover mouth with her other hand. She tried to speak again but spit out blood. That was my cue. I waltz out of the room in full force, yelling to gain the attention of the doctor.