Gums Randomly Bleeding Without Brushing Novels & Stories

I hadn't brushed them in so long, a thick dirty coating rested on every single tooth which I could feel when I ran my tongue over them. I slowly made my way to the bathroom, my bare feet slapping on the floor as I awkwardly shuffled a long. I went straight to the large marble sink and before anything else, I threw my head under the facet, gulping the water down my throat, I hadn't actually realized how thirsty I was. I then grabbed a unopened toothbrush from underneath. I smeared toothpaste on it and began to roughly brush the thick layer of dirt off of every tooth. It had been so long since I felt the minty freshness on my mouth and it stung my skin slightly, my gums bled from lack of care

"He was an old man, you see, so it was a good thing he went to be with God. Open up." I opened my mouth and she brushed it hard. Something coppery exploded in my mouth and I knew without being told my gums were bleeding. . . again. I closed my eyes and tried not to wince. Previous day when I complained to her, she had brushed it even harder so now I was wiser and kept quiet. I still needed my gums intact, thank you very much. I felt the flow of water inside my mouth. "Roll and spit." She ordered.

Relief flooded through me as I sank into my desk chair. I'd made it! I mentally gave myself a high-five, chuckling deliriously. Then my tongue ran across my teeth, and horror crashed over me like a cold wave. "Oh no. Shit!" I hadn't brushed my teeth before leaving. I dropped my head into my hands with a groan. "This is all your fault, Tara." I muttered to myself, tugging at my still damp hair. "And now you're going to have terrible breath all day." The office remained quiet around me. I stood up, looking around with growing curiosity.

I leaned in to kiss her lips again but she slapped her palm over her mouth, her eyes widening in slight panic I let out a startled laugh "What? What's wrong?" She lowered her palm from her lips just enough to speak "You can't kiss me, I haven't brushed my teeth. I probably have morning breath now too" I chortled "So? I don't care about that" She huffed and threw the bed covers off her body before sliding out of bed "Well, I do so I'm going brush my teeth and take a shower" I continued to laugh as I watched her brush past me and scurry into the bathroom

I cried. "Yes, sweetie. Blood is what you are now." "But when I brushed my teeth there was no blood. I had saliva." "You brush your teeth?" "Yeah ..." "You're not going to get tooth decay, Kim. I promise." I spat a clot of blood on the floor of the tub. "It wasn't like that before, I swear it. There was spit, not blood."

He gently touched my shoulder, looking down at my lips, but before he could make a move—I covered my mouth. "What?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet." "So?" Roman smirked. "My mouth has explored every inch of your body, but somehow you're worried about your unbrushed teeth?" “Yes.” I confirmed. “I don’t like kissing without brushing our teeth. Personally, I think that’s disgusting.” “Oh, really?” Roman pursed his lip, looking like he was getting at something. “And who said I brushed my teeth yesterday when I—“ He swirled his tongue, making slurping sounds.

My jaw aches when I chew my toast and every time it does I feel a pulse between my legs that has no business existing before 8 AM, and I've been checking the clock since I woke up because he said "same time tomorrow" and that means tonight, which means I have approximately fourteen hours to figure out how to be a normal human being in the meantime, which is going poorly because I've touched my swollen lips six times since I brushed my teeth.

I smiled slightly, thinking about the reason for my sudden interest in personal hygiene – the prospect of seeing him. I walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet, letting the warm water run for a moment before reaching for my toothbrush. I squeezed a pea-sized amount of toothpaste onto the bristles and began to brush my teeth in gentle circular motions. The minty flavor filled my mouth, and I felt the cleansing sensation as I scrubbed away.

My body was tense, my face blank. “While examining your husband, we found that he has a blood disorder—Acute Idiopathic Thrombocytopenic Purpura (ITP),” the doctor said, then paused, letting the words settle. My eyes widened in surprise. He continued without waiting for a response. “This occurs when the body suddenly stops producing enough platelets or starts attacking its own blood cells. One of the symptoms includes spontaneous bleeding—nosebleeds, bleeding gums, even ear bleeding in rare cases. That’s what has happened to your husband.”

The moment that I got to the room, I immediately went to the bathroom and I spit out saliva because I could still taste the blood. "Fck! I guess my jaw weakened huh? This wouldn’t bleed even if I am slapped a few times but in just one slap of that man it already bled. Funny. I said to myself, after that I washed my face and cleaned my mouth. I got out of the comfort room and went to my study table to get some cigarette.