Coughing Up Blood After Running Novels & Stories

Briggs’s stomach, making him feel light-headed and nauseous, and he soon start coughing, which only got aggressive by the second. “Drink a glass of water if your saliva choked you, Damion!” Jason said, his voice filled with concern. “I-I-It’s... not... M-My spit...” Mr. Briggs forced between coughs. Gasping for air, he tried to calm himself down, his hand clutching his chest as his vision started to get blurred. But that didn't work, and when he clapped his hand over his mouth, he aggressively coughed into it, and blood spilled on his palm.

He leaned me forward, his arm pressing firmly across my stomach as he forced me to cough, to push out the bone. The pressure hurt, but I barely noticed. I was too focused on the pain in my throat and the desperate need to breathe. And then, finally, the bone dislodged, scraping its way up as I coughed and gagged, blood now spotting my lips. The bone fell onto the table, red-streaked, and I collapsed back in my chair, my throat throbbing with every shaky breath. I tried to catch my breath, but instead, a fit of coughing overtook me, deep and raw, each cough bringing up more blood. I could see it on the back of my hand, staining my fingers, and I felt my head start to spin.

I attempt to light up another cigarette when a rough cough reverberates out of my throat, a painful sensation fills in my lungs before I break out in another fit of cough. The temperature of my body flared and my eyes widened when I noticed blood drops scattered on the floor.I covered my mouth while coughing and when I looked back at my hand, my palm was scattered with blood as well. Sweat bids formed on my forehead as I slowly leaned back against the glass wall and slid down to sit. "Oh fuck here we again" I rasped out.It hurt to even speak now. I should have stayed away from cigarettes.Sighing softly, I threw my head back, letting the cool breeze waft against the damp blotches against my s

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 won’t waste time on attempting; I have to be sure I see a clear way out. I don’t know how far I run, but I don’t let up in speed or urgency along the way. Minutes long until panting almost makes me swoon over to throw up, and I have to grab onto the nearest root to catch myself. Gagging with exertion, coughing from a dry hoarse throat, and rubbing my heart where it feels like it’s trying to exit my body. I know I shouldn’t stop to retrieve water, but my body is screaming at me to stop.