Coughed Up Mucus Ball With Blood Novels & Stories

Cameron's cough immediately attracted everyone's attention. Especially Anastia, who rushed forward excitedly and held his shoulder. "Dad? Dad?!" However, Cameron did not speak. To be precise, he could not speak. He was coughing very violently, without a break in between. After a burst of violent cough, he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of dark red blood. His blood immediately covered half of the floor and the bed. It was a shocking sight. Fabian was so astounded by what he saw that he was speechless.

I hear her wheezing as if she's struggling to breathe, to the point that she begins to choke on her own blood. I may not be a doctor, but I do know the basics of anatomy. I know that if a person is spitting up blood, it typically has to do with the lungs. I remember back to breaking her ribs. Did the bone shatter? Is that why she's fallen now? Because the broken bone dislodged or knicked something? Worried, I quickly approach her, picking her tiny body up and holding her in my arms. I jump out of the cage, careful not to jostle her around too much.

I never used to be sick. "Oh my God!" I propelled back and forth. Again, coughs escaped my throat. It felt like a lump was stuck in my pharynx. Alarmed, I pulled my blanket close. The moment I coughed on the cotton material, I was shocked to see blood jerk out from my throat. Tears rolled down my cheek. No, no, this couldn't be. This was happening for the second time this week. What was wrong with me? "Ma'am, here's the Tylenol," my maid said. She dropped a tray which had a glass of water, together with the Tylenol.

And then the coughing started. It hit him suddenly, violently. He bent over, his hand gripping the edge of the sink as his body was wracked with coughs. He brought his other hand up to cover his mouth, trying to muffle the sound so he would not wake the house. When the coughing finally subsided, Benjamin slowly lowered his hand. It was covered in blood. Fresh, bright red blood that had come from deep in his lungs. Benjamin stared at his bloody hand, his mind struggling to understand what was happening to him.

A harsh cough tore out of him, deep and violent, shaking his entire frame. Then blood spilled from his mouth. It splattered onto the sheets in thick, alarming streaks. “Mr. Mills!” Marcel shouted, rushing forward instantly. Nathan doubled over, his coughing worsening, each spasm more violent than the last. Blood stained his lips, trailing down his chin as his hands gripped the sheets desperately, his knuckles turning white. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, each inhale shallow and painful. “Nurse!” Marcel roared toward the door, his voice filled with urgency. “Somebody help! He’s coughing blood!”

"I don't know, Alpha Jack. We've been doing our best." I felt a wave of despair wash over me. "Let's go. I have an idea." But before I could move, I started coughing. It was a deep, hacking cough that shook my body. And then, I tasted blood in my mouth. Sarah gasped and then screamed, her face pale with shock. "Jack, what's happening?" she cried. I tried to speak, but my throat was raw. I could feel the blood trickling down my chin. Panic set in, as I realized that something was seriously wrong.

“I SWEAR YOU TWO.” Elijah let me go from his grip. But that didn’t stop him from landing a blow on my pretty face. The crack was sickening, a wet snap of cartilage. My head snapped back, a spray of dark blood arching through the air to spatter against the cream-colored wall. I wiped my jaw with the back of my hand, looking at the crimson smear. “Feel better Big brother?” I laughed. A low, guttural sound that bubbled up through the blood on my mouth.

The sound might not be as violent as they were that day by the fountain but the large veins peeing at the forehead and across his neck was making it obvious that he was struggling. When the cough finally settled down, he moved his hand away, looked at the inside of his palm and swallowed big. I didn't notice right away but a little spot caught my eyes at the corner of his mouth. My mind quickly took me back to the day by the fountain and I remembered that after he had coughed in to his hand, he had wiped his palm against the side of his pants and there had been a red smudged. Is Lord Jeremy... Coughing up blood?

My stomach clenched—here I was, walking away from one dying person who I cared deeply about, only to have to go home and take care of another. The universe truly was cruel, wasn’t it? It was just as we were passing through the waiting room that it happened. Alexander, who had been holding in a cough for several minutes, suddenly sputtered and let it escape. As he coughed, a spray of blood splattered across the tiles. I gasped and turned to him. “Alexander! Are you alright?” “I’m—I’m fine—We should go before—” “Alpha King!” A nurse suddenly came running. “We need to check that out. You just coughed up blood!”

I couldn't get it so I had to hold my chest to ease the cough but it wasn't working. I looked miserable. I felt miserable I am miserable. I felt something stuck in my throat as I tried coughing it out only to be met with blood on my hands. Tears welled up in my eyes as the fact that I'm dying seemed to sink in deeper than ever before. The wind blew but it didn't seem to blow away my problems. I struggled to get up, then used a tissue to clean up my hand and bloody mouth. My hand moved towards the glass of water on the table to have a sip but it only felt like I was drowning a glass of blood instead of the transparent liquid in my hand.