Ear Hurts When I Hiccup Mga Nobela at Kwento

his voice quivered slightly as he called out my name, a subtle indication of his nervousness. Listening to him like this, it seemed that my actions had startled him a bit. I maintained the sucking posture, lifting my head to glance at him, his gaze shifting between my eyes and mouth several times. Attempting to withdraw his finger, I stubbornly held onto it, accidentally causing discomfort as the wound was tugged by both sides. Seeing him winced in pain, I immediately released his finger.

"We have to do something. His breathing is getting slower and slower!" My lungs squeezed together and that made it much more worse. My muscles were over working themselves and they were straining. "This is going to hurt him but it will trigger the healing process!" And with a snap, I was upright and a furious howl escaped my mouth.

My eyes slowly met his emotionless ones Hiccups hiccups I ran out of the room, covering my mouth as I hiccup in embarrassment What the hell is wrong with me. I groan as I chunk down the cup of water I found on the bedside drawer in hope to stop the hiccups. Heat rise to my face as the image refuse to stop replaying in my head. I slam my hand into my face, moaning in embarrassment and the hiccups refusing to sieze. God I feel so embarrassed. I wasn't expecting my reaction to seeing a half naked man for the first time in my adult years to be hiccuping. Anne mustn't hear of this

I opened my eyes a few minutes later to a ringing in my headache. I touched the area where I felt the most pain with my fingers and there was a large piece of glass stuck in my stomach. I pulled it out as a muffled scream escaped my lips. It took a few minutes for my eyes to fully open.

I stop takings steps when the person started singing after strumming the guitar once. "It's not that I want you..." We are both stunned on our own spot when I suddenly starts to hiccup. Alaric, who is down on the green grass with his guitar, look up at me—surprised to see me standing in front of him. “I-I am sorry to disturb y—“ I hiccupped again so I bit my lip, trying myself to stop doing it but it won’t never stop unless I drink some water. He stare at me for a few seconds, maybe digesting what just happened, before he laugh and tap the sp[ace next to him. “It’s fine. Come, you can join me here.” He invited.

“...is the biggest gift.” And I started hiccuping. I stared down at him, my hand trembling against my not-so-flat stomach, trying to feel for anything different amidst my soft flesh, but there was nothing while Orion simply nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears. I beat my fist lightly against my chest to stop the hiccups, but they kept coming as Orion quickly stood up and hurried to the table, pouring a jug of cold water. He brought the glass over, and I drowned the thing immediately, wiping my mouth as the hiccups finally subsided.

His hand is extended, waiting for me to shake in introduction. I shake his hand, “Nice to meet you, too.” We turn to walk, and I suddenly feel a pain in my stomach. It’s not very strong, but it comes out of a and startles me. I try to continue my deep breaths, hoping the pain will go away soon. “Something wrong?” Richard asks over his shoulder as he walks, noticing my change in breathing. “Nothing, just a little discomfort.” I say quickly, hoping he doesn’t ask me more.

[Present] I let out a loud cough, feeling like someone is squeezing my windpipe. Leaning forward, I open my mouth wide and inhale sharply. Harvey comes behind me and pats my back with his gloved hand, telling me to take slow deep breaths. After a moment, the feeling goes away. I look at Harvey, wide-eyed. "What the fuck just happened?" My throat is still stinging with pain as if a porcupine is crawling through it.

His fingers slipped beneath the hem of the shirt, sliding higher, closer. A loud honk ripped through the car. I jerked back with a gasp, blinking in shock as the sharp sound echoed in the enclosed space. Shit. My elbow was what hit the horn when I arched into him, causing the loud noise. For a second, neither of us moved — both of us breathing heavily, our lips swollen, our hearts pounding. My hands were still fisted in his shirt, his hands still gripping my waist like he had no intention of letting go.

"I⁠ see." A⁠nother cramp hit, sharper t‌his time, m⁠aking me let out a sm‌all, inv‌oluntary‍ whimper. I bit my lip, trying t‌o br‌eathe⁠ throu‍gh the na‍usea that followed. "It’s oka‌y," I whispered, though my voice was strained. "I ju⁠st ne‌ed a minute. An‌d maybe... some aspi⁠rin.‍ And a heating pad, if there's one in this old house."