Dreaming About Vomiting Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

Adia sang quietly as she cleared up the plates she used in having breakfast, she was about to return to the sitting room, when she felt a burning sensation on her chest, feeling the need to throw up, she quickly rushed to the sink, maybe she must have probably eaten too much, it must be indigestion, she thought, bending over to pour out the contents that were threatening to choke her. But to her dismay, the foods never came out, instead what she vomited was blood, Adia opened her eyes wide in shock as she saw blood on the sink, she quickly rinsed off the blood with water, wiping her mouth as well, to hide any proof of her ever vomiting blood, she didn't want Sebastian to see or know about th

What the heck is wrong with me and vomiting at everything? It’s pitch black around me. I started to tap my surroundings to feel where I was. Everywhere I touch is soft, squelching and mushy. My reflex to vomit went berserk. Even my Lycan sight is not of help here. Then, to my horror, I tapped something soft, sticky, smelly and gooey. It stuck to my hand and then dripped lazily from it. I tried to focus on discerning what it is, but it would’ve been better if I hadn’t.

The coppery taste in my mouth gave away what it was. Panic built inside me as a scream tore through my throat. Fear—that was all I felt. I had suspected that I might be dying due to all the pain I was forced to endure, but now it seemed more likely. I was vomiting blood. It was either I had gained an internal injury somehow (which seemed more likely than the second option), or I had been taking blood all this time. I would have had to take a ton of it to spew this much. And I didn't remember taking anything like that. Sure, the stuff Silas made me drink had an awful resemblance to blood, but it neither smelled nor tasted like blood. I wouldn't have taken it if it had. So that left the option

Hazel was there, her arms wrapped around me in a comforting embrace, but even her presence couldn't soothe the turmoil raging inside me. I stumbled out of bed and rushed to the washroom, my stomach churning with a sickening sense of dread. The bitter taste of bile rising in the back of my throat. I doubled over, vomiting violently as wave after wave of nausea washed over me. This has been a daily routine to me since that day. Every single night, I had the same nightmare over and over again. Every single time I closed my eyes, I got trapped into a nightmare and woke up, throwing up everything I had.

I'm breathing rapidly with the taste and smell of blood still on my senses. The dream fades to nothing, and I can barely remember why I woke. The sudden wretch of my stomach makes me jump out of bed. I run to the bathroom and barely make it to the sink. I throw up bile and dry heave for a minute before composing myself. Once settled, I wash my face, brush my teeth, and drink water. I splash some on my body, neck, heart, and thighs. Drying off, I look outside, seeing it’s still dark, and go back to bed with a groan.

Her form began to fade right in front of me, dissolving into mist and disappearing into the thin air. I reached out to touch her, filled with desperation. “How? Tell me how… please.” But the dream collapsed around me before I could get an answer. I woke up choking. My throat was burning and my breathing was shallow as my chest heaved. I coughed hard, trying to clear my throat, but hot liquid splattered across my hands. Blood. My blood. It dropped down from my lips, staining my clothes, the sheets and the floor. I gasped for air and wiped at my mouth with shaking fingers. The rate of metal filled my mouth, thick and nauseating.

she says carefully. I try to understand what she’s saying. The screaming I heard was me? I was screaming from my nightmare. The images of my nightmare begin to play out in my mind, and I feel an unpleasant bubble in my stomach rising quickly. I leap from my bed and rush into my bathroom, feeling my way around, making it to the toilet in time to empty what little contents my stomach contained. I can still taste blood in my mouth. It’s warm and thick and the memory of it causes me to throw up again. Gentle hands hold my hair back and slowly rub my back soothingly as I rest my cheek against the toilet seat.

he says with a giggle. "Shut up Blondie," I give him a smirk and instantly feel the need to vomit. Going to cover my mouth, I feel it burning coming up my throat. He quickly grabs a vomit bag and rushes to me, although not quickly enough. It went everywhere, all down my arm and stomach covering a good portion of my bed. I gaged for a couple minutes trying to get the rest up. I felt hotter than hell and felt sweat beating down my face. After I finally was able to stop gagging and the tears cleared from my eyes, I noticed that my vomit wasn't just vomit it was bloody. I looked up at Jordie feeling the pain radiate off my body and the fear along with and said,"What the hell is wrong with me?" T

My heart pounds against my ribcage, and the walls of the room press in around me, stealing my air and making my vision darken. “Fuck,” I hiss, forcing myself not to vomit. The smell of blood is so strong in my nostrils that it’s like I’m still in that alley. I grip the soaked sheets, forcing myself to inhale and exhale slowly. My throat is dry, my chest hurts, and my head is pounding as if someone is bringing down a hammer on my fucking skull. It was just a nightmare, I tell myself. But that’s the stupidest thing I could say to calm myself down.