Novel & Cerita Ear Whistle When Blowing Nose

I took a deep breath and exhaled after a moment. I gulped and grabbed a tissue out of the tissue box lying on the coffee table. I blew my running nose. When I withdrew the tissue away from my nose, I found it red. Blood! I teared up all over again as I felt my heartbeats increasing at an unbelievable speed. Why is there blood in my snot? I jumped in fright when a stabbing sound echoed in the silent house. I was shaking in fear as I stumbled towards the kitchen holding my bleeding nose with the tissue to try and stop more blood from coming out but it was in vain.

Wheeze — The sound of the air being torn open came, and Caspian's fingers seemed to appear out of thin air, hitting the stone slab with a fierce blow, exploding beside Anderson's ear. The crisp explosion made Anderson's mind go blank, and the rubbles flew and scratched on his face, causing bursts of tingling pain.

The whistling sound was the most terrifying part. It was the sound of the atmosphere being forcibly extracted (sucked out) from the ventilation duct. As the air thinned, the pressure in Elara’s ears began to spike, a sharp, stabbing pain that signaled the onset of hypoxia (a dangerous condition where the body is deprived of oxygen). "Elara... I can't..." Jun’s voice was a thin wheeze. He was clawing at the metal floor of the duct, his eyes rolling back.

They suddenly felt swollen. “You are having a panic attack.” “I am not, just drive.” I began to pull in more air through my mouth when my nose felt utterly useless. “No sir, I need to help you out here.” The car came to an abrupt halt, then the chauffeur got out. He opened the door, and suddenly a gust of wind filled the backseat of the car, forcing its way through my nose. “You need to loosen your buttons, let the air reach every part of your body, you might pass out.”

I glanced up at him. I sniffed. In that moment, I felt it: my nose was spilling; my eyes were burning. My head was banging. “Oh, god!” I gasped, stepping back. My hand slapped over my nose and mouth, and I pulled it back, staring at my slick palm. “How…,” I breathed. I moved to the sink and spent a full minute with my face under the rushing tap. I blew my nose, rinsed my eyes, my mouth, even splashed the back of my neck.

How could it be snowing? My body is numb with cold but the pain I feel is still intense, every muscle and bone hurts and I know I must get up, but I can’t move. Then I remember my emergency whistle, I reach up to my neck and lift it out to put it to my lips and I blow as hard as I can. I repeat that action after a minute and continue in the hopes I am not too far away from him.

A violent tickle started at the back of my throat. Achoo! The sound tore through the oppressive silence of the entryway. Mace’s head snapped down to me, his brow furrowed. "You okay? Are you getting sick?" "No," I sniffed, rubbing my nose rapidly. "It's just... the smell. It's strong." Achoo! Achoo!

I heard the tap open, my mouth burning like hell along with my nose and eyes. His hand came with water in it, washing my face away. I squinted my eyes even harder, him washing until it was clean. I spat with each face rinse. He let go of me, the water running as he did something and the next thing I knew, my face was being wiped dry over and over. He even slipped into my ears, wiping them clean then came to hold the wash cloth over my nose. “ Blow.” He said with me blowing out my nose. Nothing much came out, maybe some water and a few bubbles. His fingers pushed the wash cloth in, cleaning my nose then he washed it.

I take a breath as I start to whistle. I kept increasing the pitch until I could roughly hear what was around me like a bat in a cave. I then use my high-speed magic and ram him against the wall. "* Groans* Listening won't save you again!" He shouts as he increasing the sound of the wind, the smell of lotus stings my nose which breaks any form of focus I can master since all I can think of is how itchy my nose is. This is hopeless. ... I have no choice but to use it...

Crunch. The not so pleasant sound of someone’s nose breaking. Before today I’m not sure that I had ever heard it, but that was the second, maybe third time within the hour, and it was something that won’t be easy to forget. Oddly enough, it was pretty similar to the sound of chips being smashed in a bag and I wondered if I’d ever be able to enjoy some sweet chili Doritos ever again without associating the two sounds together.