Coughing Up Blood After Running Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Kelsey could get us that footage probably—” Before I could utter another word, a tickle in my throat caused me to cough. At first, it was a normal-sounding cough, but then it turned violent. My chest ached and I had to press the palm of my hand to it to keep it calm. I covered my mouth with my hands as I continued to cough, and I nearly fell to the ground. Thankfully, Henry had wrapped his arms around me and pulled me toward the couch. Once I was sure I was done coughing, I removed my hands from my mouth and saw that they were covered in blood.

Resulting in coughing blood, serious numbness in knees and slowed heart beat. " This is terrible... I don't know what causes this frequent stroke of gush in my body. Ouch, my knees," I cried, as I struggled to get by the support of the nearby table. I somehow managed to walk to the bathroom and bring the tissue papers for cleaning the blood. Even my top got some drops of my nasty blood. " I should take a shower." Throwing the tissue papers in the trash can, I pulled out my top and unhooked my bra. Getting every single piece of cloth off me, I step under the running cold shower. The cold water soaked my body, dissolving my falling tears in it.

He got up pushing my shoulders up and down once before I groaned in pain as he started kicking my belly too many times to count that I spat blood wheezing in pain, but he never stopped. “Please,” was a voice I heard in my head, I doubt he heard me. I couldn’t see anything my eye was swollen and glassy from crying out. I started coughing blood feeling a sharp pain in my stomach I had never felt before everything else went dark.

I sighed, I was really becoming attached to the two of them and I didn’t understand what that meant for me. I turned to the sink and finally got the dishes done and was cleaning down the sink when I coughed. It hurt so bad that I leaned over the sink as another cough wrecked through my body. It wasn’t until I rinsed my mouth that I saw the red tinge of the water going down the drain. I coughed again and this time there was more blood in the sink. I quickly rinsed my mouth again and cleaned the sink before Don would come in and see it.

Looking back the thing that flew to him is not a can based on the sharpness that cut to his left cheek. He doesn't have time to check if that kind of thing has been thrown again who knows what will happen to him. He still continues to run straight forward. Mike runs with all of his got yet... why he runs so slow compare to earlier? His feet are swiping left and right as it reaches its limit. Having no choice Mike run behind the thick tree to get a cover for a while. *Pant pant cough* Heavy breathes and cold sweats are all over his tired wounded body. He even coughs blood because of it.

coughed up blood! "No–Miss!"

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.

That light was too pure and bright, revealing me for who I was. The filth churning inside me was something detestable and loathsome. It was so overwhelming that I did not dare to touch it. After it happened a few times, Ethan developed stomach problems. When I was not paying attention, he would endure the pain silently with his brows tightly furrowed. He was too afraid to let me find out and never told me. It was not until one morning, after staying up all night to care for me, that he fainted from the pain at his office. That was when I realized just how severe his condition had become.