Coughed Up Mucus Ball With Blood Novels & Stories

The Real Diagnosis As it turned out, what Justin’s mother had coughed up wasn't just blood, but a thick plug of phlegm that had been completely blocking her airway. The moment Justin realized this, he immediately turned on his knees toward Master Marcus Sr.. "Please, Master Marcus, save my mother." Master Marcus Sr. reached down and helped the tall man to his feet. "Get up. Since I’ve already come all this way, I have no intention of standing by and watching someone die."

He said. "I know. And I don't think I have one year to give. I'm seizing the day" I whispered, before i coughed. And this time, it didn't stop. At least not immediately. "What's wrong?" Leroy asked as i coughed blood unto my hands and he withdrew. "Should i call the doctor?" "It's okay" I heaved a deep breath before pulling out the drip and walking to the bathroom. "Do you know what I'm saying?" I asked as i rinsed my palms and then my face before wiping it off.

The restroom was off to the other side of the floor, but I made it there in time before another cough tore through me. I rolled toilet paper around my hand and coughed into it to muffle the noise in case someone was passing. When I brought my hand down, my eyes widened at the sight in front of it as panic set in. There was blood splattered on the tissue as I tasted the metal liquid in my mouth. The doctor had warned me about this. I coughed again more blood coming out this time. In a daze I folded up the paper and threw it in the bin then proceeded to rinse my mouth at the sink, watching the crimson water go down the drain.

If anything, the throbbing in my head felt sharper. I pushed myself out of bed and dragged my feet to the bathroom, hoping cold water on my face would help. But halfway through, a cough hit me so hard I had to grip the sink. One cough. Two. Three—until I tasted metal. When I looked down, there it was. Blood.

I didn’t get to think much more before something cold settled in my stomach and the hairs on my arms stood up. I didn’t hear their footsteps ahead of me anymore. What the— “Mel… I think something’s strange he—” My voice cracked mid-sentence as a violent cough tore up my throat. I doubled over, coughing again, harder this time but a warm metallic taste coated my tongue. Blood. I was coughing blood. Why? I don’t eat peanuts, so this shouldn’t... “Rosa.” My mind reached for her immediately, my pulse spiking. “Rosa, something’s wrong,”

I stood up, and began caressing her back because her cough seemed to be uncontrollable and I could see from her expressio- “Oh my god blood! Hellen, what’s happening, you’re coughing blood. Who do I need to call?!” Hemoptysis has a lot of causes, I just hope her disease isn’t an uncurable one. But from her state, being unable to form words and talk properly because of her incessant coughing, it seems to be worse. I began ransacking the room for some water and finally succeeded in looking for it when I went to where she had taken my food earlier.

I told her and was going to my room When I suddenly stop because my chest was suddenly aching and the I cough up blood. “Hey wai-" She look at me in a surprise face. “Why are you coughing up blood now? We need to go to doctor tomorrow. She need to know what disease you have. I don’t w to caught that diseases from you “ She say and then go back to her room

He rushes back to the sink and lets out a violent cough and blood splatters on the white sink. He can never escape, can he?

Josephine covered her mouth with one hand and her stomach with the other and kept coughing for a while. Once the coughing subsided, she looked at her palm and saw bright red blood on it. Josephine's heart raced with panic as she saw the blood. She quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe them off. Meanwhile, tears rolled down her cheeks. She realized that she was really sick. She was even coughing up blood. After using a lot of tissues to clean her hand, she threw the bloodstained tissues into the trash bin. After returning to the bed, she noticed a phone at the bedside.

Tears fell into the soup one by one, and I swallowed them down with the cold bread. I ate too quickly. My throat felt as if a burning coal had lodged inside it. Then a violent cough surged up without warning. Blood sprayed from my mouth, splattering across the white tablecloth in a startling red.