روايات وقصص ضمن Coughed Up Mucus Ball With Blood

coughed up blood! "No–Miss!"

He nodded, trying to get her to believe that everything was going on in fine for him. "You fucking coughed out blood, how on earth can you say you are fine?!" She couldn't believe her ears. He must have thought she was such a fool. "Alright." Cole sighed and sunk further into his seat. He framed his head in her direction and sighed a second time. "I have hemoptysis."

Breathing blood into the lungs, we wanted to do some x-ray and scan but she keeps talking about money. "Is she okay, is she the one paying for it?" Craig is almost yelling. "Craig calm down." He gasped for air as Gregory ran his hand on his back. "Is that the only thing that can cause her coughing blood?" "No sir, coughing up or spitting up blood is also called hemoptysis. This can have many causes, some of them serious or also have things like chest pain fever, or even Blood clot in the lung, she might also have Pneumonia based on the excess cold been under and her lungs might also be blocked, due to inhaling fragrance she is allergic to

“I’d try and reach her again tomorrow; I won’t give up; I won't let her go” As he got closer to his room, he felt pain in his chest but couldn’t tell what was wrong. When he got back to his room, he was about to lie down. The pain in his chest became heavy, and he started coughing, placing one hand on his chest. He was shocked when he saw a drop of blood on his bed and couldn't believe it was from coughing. He coughed again, and his hand was covering his mouth when he saw blood. How come?

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.

give me a chance to make it up to you. As he spoke, he coughed up a spray of black blood.

She turned away from me, pressing her hand to her mouth, her whole body shaking. The cough went on and on, like something was tearing apart inside her chest. "Mom..." She held up a hand, unable to speak, still coughing. I watched helplessly as she struggled to breathe, each cough sounding worse than the last. Finally, when it subsided, she tried to hide the bright red on her palm but I had already seen it. "Jesus, Mom." My voice cracked. "This isn't nothing. This is...you're coughing up blood. You need to go to the hospital. Right now."

Just as I was about to lift my cup to sip more tea, I felt discomfort in my chest, and was forced to cough it out. To my horror, I coughed out blood.

Then I coughed. The cough hurt my throat, and I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my voice in case someone was listening. When I removed my hand, I saw a bloodstain on my palm. My vision was going from blurry to clear and blurry again. I wondered why I had blood in my cough. But before I could comprehend that, I coughed more vigorously, and blood pushed out of my throat. I panicked when I saw that, but before I knew it, I was vomiting, and it was blood all over me.

My hand flew to cover my mouth, but the coughing didn't stop. I dragged myself to the bathroom and locked the door. I slid down the door and leaned against it. I clutched onto my chest as the pain increased. Tears kept rolling down my face. Seconds turned into minutes, and slowly the cough reduced, but that was after I coughed out blood. I looked at the crimson liquid that splattered on my palms. My breathing was shallow, and my pulse was weak. What was that for? A momentary moment of victory? Yes. It felt good.