Dreaming Of Coughing Up Blood Novels & Stories

A piercing pain at the side of chest, I could barely breathe. “I can’t…..I can’t bre…breathe” I say, as I staggered down the road. I brought my hands from my chest and stared at them. They were covered in thick red. My blood. “I can’t breathe” my eyes fluttered open, and I layer there for a minute. I was sweating all over even with the air conditioning on. “Fuck” I mutter as I sit up on my bed. I always have the same nightmares and nothing changes. I keep reliving that night in my dreams, and it won’t fucking stop

Victoria helped me stand, supporting me as I rinsed my mouth at the sink. My reflection looked terrible…I was pale and sweating, my eyes looked too wide. She led me back to the bedroom and made me sit on the edge of the bed. “Tell me what happened,” she said, sitting beside me. “What did you dream about?” I tried to remember the details, but they were already fading. Slipping away like water through my fingers. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Blood. Someone was dying. The smell of…” I stopped, my stomach threatening to rebel again.

Chapter 6: Shadows in the Rearview I woke up tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my heart pounding like I’d just run from a hit gone wrong. The dream lingered, vivid and unwelcome—Ethan’s face, those warm hazel eyes looking up at me, his lips brushing mine in some dimly lit room that smelled like fresh paint and rain. His hands on my skin, soft and unscarred, pulling me closer while I whispered things I’d never say aloud. It was bullshit, all of it. A fantasy my mind cooked up to torture me, because in reality, touching him would be like dragging an angel into hell.

I kept coughing, as if something was stuck. Soon, I was coughing up blood. More and more blood poured out of my mouth. I tried to swallow, but that only made it worse. Staring at the phone on the bedside table, I gritted my teeth through the pain and slowly crawled over. The blood soaked through my clothes. Eventually, just before the last of my strength was exhausted, I managed to grab my phone. By now, my vision had gone completely hazy. I relied on my memory to make a call.

I tsked. I went downstairs and looked at the kitchen that he was there preparing breakfast but he wasn't there. I looked around the room and was surprised to see him lying there and unconscious. "Hey where the fuck are you!!" I screamed and immediately approached him for help before calling an ambulance. ... “COUGHING up blood from your respiratory tract is referred to as hemoptysis. It is one of the most common symptoms of lung cancer." The doctor said calmly. "W-what? C-cancer?!" I asked a lot of questions and couldn't believe what I was saying.

I barely register the smile that spreads across my face as I fall off into a deep sleep. The dream starts with the image of blood. Splattered on walls. In pools on the street. Running down the steps. Its almost like it’s raining from the sky. I look down and see that blood covers my hands and clothes and all I feel is deep, unendurable pain. The next thing that comes is sound. Fire crackling. Buildings falling. Fighting. But the loudest sound is the moaning. The agony of the people that I know see littered all over the floor.

It's called drowning in your own blood. When I think the nightmare is over and I can rest, I start coughing. Not only does it hurt the new injury I have caused, but I may have damaged some of my internal organs because I am coughing something up. I thought it was saliva, but when I bring my hand to my lips, I realise the liquid is thick- its blood. "Perfect," I whisper to myself sarcastically. Something moves near the main door of these cells, but I ignore it as much as I ignore my father's pleas. Sooner or later, my dance with Death would end, and I'd rather end it myself.

It felt like someone was slamming into it hard, wanting it to get broken all over again. “Stop!” I cried out. My breath comes in short, rapid gasps. I coughed, doubling over. I stared at my hand as I felt a gooey substance. Blood. My blood. I coughed out more and continued to do so as it didn't stop. At this rate, I might die. Someone screamed my name, but it was drowned out by the rush in my ears. My vision blurred, and the world tilted. I tried to move, to run, to shift—if only that were possible…

“Please, sit down with us, let us know what’s going on. Because honestly, we’re so confused.” I nod, resting my elbow on the table and putting my chin in my palm. In reality, now that I have a moment to consider it, my coughing fit really was frightening. I went to bed last night the picture of health, and today I’m coughing up blood? I’m tired, of course, but I had thought it was just because I didn’t get any sleep. But…is it more than that? Is this ache within me…is something else going on?

The cough wouldn’t stop. “Alpha, alpha…are you okay?” Kayla who eventually found out about me and Chris's constitution rushed to ask after my handkerchief become soaked with blood. “Not really” I answered looking down at the blood I’d coughed up, I’d die at this rate, I thought after noticing I was coughing up more blood than usual, my head…my head felt fuzzy and I fell back, the screams from the inside momentarily stopped as well. It must have been hard Chris, I thought falling into a deep sleep but woke up in my whole body, my body feels like shit!