Coughing Up Blood After Running Novels & Stories

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?

I started to say but a fit of cough overtook my throat. My eyes watered from the pain of coughing. I cried more as I noticed a pool of blood from where I stood on all falls coughing. I was coughing blood.My baby. I screamed internally. Please don't let anything Happen to my baby moon goddess. I prayed silently.

Another cough tore out of me, blood gushing this time. My vision blurred. Then everything tilted, and I collapsed onto the dirt, face-first, chest heaving, blood pooling beneath me.

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."

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."

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.

Sky. The door slammed shut. Riven had left. “Fuck!” The word came off my mouth as I breathed an exhale of both suffocation and exhaustion. I moved to the door, turning the lock, making sure it was well locked. And then, I slid down the door, the pain inside of me taking its course. I had held it for so long and— Cough! I coughed. Into my hand, and there— Fuck! Blood. In my palm. I stood up from the floor, making my way to the bathroom. I rushed to the sink to wash off the red liquid. But that wasn't all.

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 started coughing as I breathed out the dirt. I slowly I made myself sit on the ground and took a look at my surroundings,I was still lying on the same spot as earlier,in the middle of the forest. My head felt so heavy, I could still feel a little pain at the back of my head. As I rubbed the spot, my gaze fell on a near-by tree branch on the ground,the sliver branch It had some blood on it. My blood. I brought my hand in front of me and saw no blood on my hand. My wound had healed.

The coughing fit took my whole body, violently shaking my weak ribs until they felt ready to break under the pressure. Pressing my shaking hands to my mouth offered zero help. The constant coughing finally stopped after a minute of real pain. Lowering my hands, my tired eyes stared at the slick, warm wetness coating my skin. Bright red fresh blood stained my pale fingers. The red liquid stood out in sharp, scary contrast against the gray floor below. The dizziness grew quickly into total spinning. Gravity seemed to stop completely. The room tilted sideways at a harsh, crazy angle. Then my weak arms folded fully under the heavy strain of holding my chest.