Novel & Cerita Coughing Up Blood After Running

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.

My back flares with pain every time my foot hits the ground but I'm not stopping until my anger is gone. When I finally stop running, my anger evaporated through the sweat lining my head, I'm at the mouth of a cave. It begins to drizzle as I come to a stop. My clothes are soaked through, sticking horribly to the skin on my legs and torso. My breaths come in and out painfully like a stab of a knife in my chest. The tears finally stopped after about half an hour of running.

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.

I used the wall as a support as I slid up, and then the pain in my back increased and I couldn't stop the coldness that attacked me. My throat felt dry suddenly and I could taste something familiar but almost forgotten in my mouth, then the cough attacked me and when I opened my mouth, what came out was blood, now I knew how serious this was. Seems I had done too much, especially my throat which I am still hoping will heal.

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.

Seeing Jeremy's discomforted appearance as he spoke to her, she also felt it difficult to bear. Jeremy picked up the tissue and wiped the blood off his lips simply. Seeing Karen looking so worried, he found an excuse. "I’ve had a discomfort in my throat recently. It's because I’ve been coughing more often that it’s like this. You don't have to worry so much." "Is it really just that?" Karen still had her doubts. Even if it was coughing up blood, the color of blood should not be like this.

I think I have to get some rest. I breathed in and out, but still, it was giving me a severe headache. I gathered all my strength and went to grab a glass of water. I drank it slowly, but then my hand was shaking. I started to feel uneasy and went back to sit on the sofa, but then I didn’t expect the next thing to happen. I suddenly coughed; I thought it was just a normal cough, but when I looked into my hands, I saw blood. It made me suddenly sit on the sofa, and I already knew what was going on.

Running to catch up, I didn’t make it far when something strange happened. An Alert appears in front of me with a flashing warning sign. “Please log out. The system has recognized a high dose of toxins in your body that need medical attention immediately.” The weirdness I had been experiencing began to intensify, enough to cause me to drop to my knees. When I started coughing up blood, I knew something was wrong. Luka rushed to me, dropping down to his knees in front of me. “What is it? What is wrong?” Luka’s voice was frantic as he twisted his body to be positioned beside me.

After leaving, Shawn covered his mouth and let out a cough gently. Only when he reached the restroom and closed the door did he dare to let loose. He could not stop. Shawn turned on the tap, letting the sound of water mask the sound of his coughs. He covered his mouth with one hand, and the other was propped on the sink, as he supported his body weight. After a while, Shawn stared at his hand. There was a red smear on his palm. Shawn's brow furrowed deeply. How could there be blood? Was he coughing up blood? Immediately, alarm bells rang in Shawn's mind!

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.