Headache When Blowing Nose Novels & Stories

Her face was slightly lowered to hide the blush on her cheeks. Understanding what the woman meant, the doctor nodded. “Actually, nosebleeds are common in concussion patients. But, if it could be avoided, wouldn't it be better? So, try to hold it in until the patient is fully recovered.” Seeing the suppressed smile on the doctor's face, Gabriella lowered her head to the maximum. Max was forced to hold back laugh seeing his wife's behavior. "Thank you, Doc. We'll take your suggestion," the man said, saving Gabriella from embarrassment.

Blood. It was cold against my skin, trickling down the side of my face in thin, slow streams. The sensation made my stomach turn. My hair was matted near my temple, where the bleeding seemed to be worst. I must’ve hit my head during the crash, though I didn’t even remember how. I blinked, trying to clear the haze clouding my vision, but the headache was relentless. It felt like someone was driving a spike through my skull, making every thought a struggle.

I stood until my legs ached and the chill of the air seeped into my bones. If my mom had sacrificed everything for me, then whatever she had left behind mattered. They were clues to what I needed to know. We drove home quietly. My nose started bleeding as we approached the house. Warm. Sudden. I pressed my fingers to it, watching red stain my skin. Elena pulled out some tissues. My head spinned and throbbed with pain. Why does this keep happening? Pablo pulled out his phone to call the doctor. I held his hands. “Don't bother.”

“I will get to the bottom of this. In the meantime, continue training hard, and stay in shape, so that when the next team of scouts arrive, you will not be taken unawares.” The coach left immediately, brows furrowed, eyes shining with restrained purpose. My legs felt weak and I staggered back. I felt a trickle of something wet and warm on my lips. I swiped a palm over it to check. Blood. Nose bleeding. This seems to be happening quite a number of times, especially when I'm stressed or agitated. It must be the drugs causing this. “My goodness, Zayden, are you alright?” Jace grabbed my shoulders, trying to check my face.

Thank God it's Friday, I'll just have to take some time and rest before continuing anything. I use the elevator that leads to the garage. When the elevator dings, There's a spin in my vision, and I stop before I make the wrong step. Once everything settles, that's when I realize blood is coming out of my nose, at the same time a blinding migraine hits me, and breathing becomes a barrier. I try to find the nearest pillar–anything for support. My knees give out and I fall, clutching my throat as I struggle for air with eyes that can't see.

“Migraine crisis.Normal, I've had it since I was a kid and when I don't eat for a long time it tends to get worse.” I took a few deep breaths and opened my eyes again. “Just take an ibuprofen and eat something and in half an hour it goes away.” I got into the elevator and pressed for cafeteria floor 3, which was the closest to the floor we were on. “I understand, but does it always happen?” “Before it was more frequent and stronger, I already had a lot of nosebleeds because of it. We get used to it, it's not something that will kill me.”

"You should get your nose checked by a doctor this morning, just in case." "I'm good. Thanks," he says flatly. I get up from the bed and follow his tentative steps as he approaches the dining table. My feet itch for the door, his phone keeping him preoccupied, but I'd rather sleep on this floor than run into his father out there. "Can you breathe properly?" "I'll live." I almost roll my eyes. "Use an ice pack five to eight times a day. 15 minutes at least. Take painkillers if the swelling worsens. Elevate your head before you sleep."

I can see glimpses of the future. I pay the price of using this power with intense headaches and nosebleeds. After only three seconds into the future, my head starts to hurt and it doesn’t even start slow. It suddenly starts to hurt so much that I often feel like my head will explode. Within seconds, my nose would start to bleed and, eventually, I would pass out.

I quickly removed my hands from Izzy and Mia, placing my palms on my temples to try to push pain away. "Rhi?!" Mia's panicked voice called my name. "Shit, she's bleeding, " Izzy's voice said. I felt a hand on the side of my arm, and that's when I noticed that I was lying down on my side. I slowly sat back up, and a cool damp rag was immediately placed on my face, applying pressure to my nose. "I may have a migraine, but at least I didn't get the bloody nose," Mia whispered from my left.

Tessa was surprised to see Hardin's nose was bleeding. "Honey, I'm fine," Hardin said, catching Tessa's hand that was trying to touch his face. "Fine, how! You've got a nosebleed, Hardin." Tessa is still trying to stay calm because she's a doctor. Tessa tried to handle this with the tools she had. "Shut up... Don't talk too much, calm down." Tessa blocks Hardin's nosebleed with the tissue in her hand and applies slight pressure to both nostrils for a few minutes.