Coughed Up Mucus Ball With Blood の小説・ストーリー

He coughed, bending and hunching over, the violent spasms sounding as though he would cough up his very heart and lungs. Vanessa rose, intending to help him steady his breathing and fetch him water. But Cameron pushed her hand away, and what he coughed up was bright red blood. The vivid crimson stained his pale lips, a shocking splash of color like a crack spreading across a glass sphere. Vanessa's breath hitched. "How could this happen? I'll get a doctor." "Don't." Cameron stopped her. "It's alright. This illness isn't new; I've grown used to it."

I wanted to tell him not to worry, but as soon as I opened my mouth, another coughing thread tore through me. And this time, my body couldn't handle it. I collapsed to my knees, holding my chest as the coughs came in succession like fireworks on festival nights. "Lyon— are you okay? Lyon—" The phone dropped from my hand as I felt a moving flame burning through my throat. Just as another cough shattered through me. And this time, the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I was coughing out blood! The room suddenly became small. The walls started closing in on me, and nothing could ease my pain as I tried to fight whatever it was.

I stood over the sink, watching crimson stain the porcelain before being washed down the drain. I coughed up a mouthful of blood once more, anxiously waiting for my healing to catch up to the injury. I assumed a punctured lung - not exactly something that one should trust to accelerated healing, but I had handled worse.

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.

As I raced through the forest, my morning routine to run the entire perimeter of the territory, I felt a stab of pain in my chest. Coughing, I slowed my run and shifted, leaning against a tree for support. Covering my mouth for another cough, I felt something wet against my hand. I pulled it away and my eyes widened. Blood.

He falls to his knees and at the same time, he releases my hand. He coughs again. But this time something is different and something is very very wrong. He coughs out blood, red blood. The smell of it is impossible to miss. Blood begins to flow from his nostrils and he coughs again, holding onto his chest and not before long, his coughs turns uncontrollable. I go on my knees and hold him still as he coughs. His blood pools beneath him and I become shocked at the amount of blood his body is pushing out.

I used my palm to cover my mouth whilst coughing and when I moved it away from my mouth, I murmured in shock. “Blood?”

I ruined his life. Suddenly, I'm coughing hard. "Kaz—" My voice becomes unrecognizable mid-sound. I stumble, one hand braced against the cold hallway wall, the other pressed over my mouth. Another cough racks through me, doubling me over. Something warm drips onto my palm. No. No. No. My hand trembles as I pull it into view. Blood. My breathing quickens. "No... no, no—" My voice breaks into a raw, panicked rasp.

I took it from her and took a sip, the cold orange juice cooled me down. We chatted, we laughed hard until my mom started coughing. "Mom, what is wrong?" Zoe and I asked at the same time. "It's..." She couldn't complete her sentence as she coughed again, this time with blood coming out from her nostrils.

His face had turned as red as a tomato, and the veins on his neck were protruding out so evidently. "I told you, give me the key, I want to l-" Carl gasped and began to clutch his stomach. He coughed and held his mouth as it got worse. Worry gripped me like a vice and I placed my hand on his shoulder. He bent down to the ground as the coughing got worse. "Carl? What's wrong?" I asked as urgency gripped me. He took his hand away from his mouth, and my heart dropped to the bottom of my chest when i saw blood all over it.