Ear Hurts When I Hiccup Novels & Stories

Oliver Swallowing is a mistake. The hinge of my jaw clicks with a sharp, grinding pop that shoots static straight behind my right eye. Broken, probably. Or at least fractured. Hard to tell when the rest of my face is also radiating heat and throbbing in out-of-sync rhythms. My nose is definitely broken. Blood keeps dripping down the back of my throat, thick and metallic, making me gag. Every time I cough, the right side of my ribcage screams so loud my vision actually grays out around the edges.

“I know I’m too hot to handle, so try to mind how you stare. It’s for your own good. Not that I mind, of course.” I froze mid-sip, almost choking. My hiccup betrayed me again, louder this time, almost like it was mocking me. “I wasn’t staring at you!” I snapped, more defensive than I intended. It would’ve landed better if another hiccup hadn’t immediately followed my outburst. He laughed. Not just a chuckle—an amused, deep laugh that filled the air between us. God, this stupid hiccup. Of all the times it could’ve shown up, why now? Why in front of him?

I didn't move, I know my girl loves to be like this. "Are you feeling better than before ?" I asked. "Yeah, now I can breathe at least. That time I thought I was gone. hahaha," and she starts coughing. "Please don't laugh now. You better take a quick nap." By saying that I opened her T-shirt and I saw her chest is full of redness because of my pressure. I hugged her and said, "I am so sorry. Actually, I don't know how to give CPR. That's why this redness occurred."

It doubles me over, but my concern isn't for myself; it's for the baby. My diaphragm involuntarily expels grunts every few breaths, and nausea washes over me like I've never felt before. Strangely, amidst all the discomfort, I notice a tickle in the center of the pain. It feels as if a tiny fish is swimming around inside me. That tickle begins to grow, gradually pushing back the surrounding ache.

I wheeze, coughing and heaving, my body thrashing violently from the lack of air. When I thought I was about to pass out, he pulled away. However, before I could even recover, he slaps me across the face so hard that I thought my head would get separated off my shoulders. My ears rang from the impact, and my vision doubled while my head reeled over what the hell had just happened. A pressure suddenly caught on my jaw tight, squeezing hard and forcing my mouth to open so wide that it hurt. Then, his cock back into thrusting deep and faster in a continuous succession.

“Valentine’s going to flip the f**k out. You know that, right?” I laugh, then wince when laughing causes my head to throb again. Seeing me wince, Max hops up and starts fretting with his hands, wondering about me, like he is searching for some way to make me more comfortable, then yells at a nurse to bring me some damn Tylenol.

He immediately drank the water in his glass. She held back her laughter, covering her mouth with her hand, when she heard him hiccup. His face is so cute with flushed cheeks. He placed his right palm on his face, closing his eyes. He keeps hiccuping. He looks embarrassed, hiding his face from her.

He is spiralling. I hiccup. Tobias gasps like I just got stabbed. "OH GOD, you’re hiccuping. Is that bad? Do I need to carry you?” I stare at him. He stares back. Neither of us moves. A nurse pokes her head in, sees the mess, and immediately walks back out like she wants no part. I let out a soft, breathy laugh. And that’s when Tobias officially loses his shit. "WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING NOW?!" His voice cracks. "IS THIS A MEDICAL THING? DO I NEED TO CALL A DOCTOR?!"

"Don't open your eyes no matter what. Now, tell me what you hear." "I hear you breathing." He quipped extracting a snort from me. "Of course, you do." I gave him a good work's swat on the back. "Now, try harder." His brows furrowed as he concentrated. His facial muscles clenched, then unclenched. His mouth opened and closed constantly like he had swallowed a live crab that was constantly snapping at his hard palate. I started to worry when he dropped to his knees and wrapped his hands around his ears, groaning in pain.

I don't know, but I want to keep hearing her gasping. I do it again, but this time I won't stop. I move my hip against it in slow circular motions, which makes it resemble stronger and stronger. Bite the part where my shoulder and neck join making me release a drowned squeak. He breathes loudly before he parted from me and stood up babbling a curse. I'm really puzzled by your action, I thought you liked it. His expression is a kind of grimace of annoyance and pain. What's wrong with him? Did I do something wrong?