Novel & Cerita Is It Bad To Swallow Blood

I can’t bеаr tо tоuсh іt ѕо I juѕt lеаn uр against thе wall аnd let thе wаtеr wаѕh mе dоwn. Mу head іѕ foggy. I саn hаrdlу ѕее thrоugh the tеаrѕ аnd thе wаtеr. I fееl dіzzу and thіѕ time, I do thrоw uр. The vоmіt mixes wіth thе blood, but іt сlоgѕ thе drаіn, аnd I can’t believe thіѕ nightmare іѕ mу lіfе.

"Defibrillator! Hurry! Clear!" "Move! Prep for emergency surgery!" "Eve, I was wrong! Eve, don’t do this… don’t scare me like this!" "Eve! Wake up, please! Eve…" "Don’t hold me back! Eve…!" So noisy. I just wanted to sleep. I tried to speak, but suddenly, a thick, metallic taste filled my mouth, and I coughed up a rush of blood. "She’s vomiting blood—!" Vomiting blood? I wasn’t dead yet?

Understanding immediately, Eugene obediently nodded. The doctor shone a penlight on both of Eugene's eyes. The bright light pierced his pupils and disappeared. Whether it was his imagination or not, not only his throat but also his eyes felt dry and stinging. "The petechial hemorrhaging is severe, but it will disappear with time. For a while, you'll have difficulty swallowing saliva and breathing, and there will be pain. The muscles and organs inside your throat are swollen and damaged, so don't force yourself to make sounds. Rest well and take it easy."

"As long as her blood doesn't enter your bloodstream directly in significant amounts, yes. Casual intimacy appears safe. Biting that draws small amounts of blood appears safe. Saliva exchange appears safe. Your bodies can handle trace exposure." "But drinking her blood would be lethal," Archer said quietly. "Almost certainly. Even a small amount ingested directly would likely cause severe reactions. Potentially fatal, depending on volume." "So no blood play," Alaric said. "No situations where her blood could enter our systems in quantity. We can still be intimate. Still touch her. Still have a normal relationship. We just avoid direct blood exposure."

crying? The flashes of images end abruptly, and I double over with a gasp, holding on to the wall. There's something wet and warm gliding down my cheek. Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I wipe it with the back of my hand. To my horror, it's blood. Blood? I'm crying tears of blood? What the fuck is happening? Is this even real? Or am I losing it? ...

I call weakly, “my stomach hurts. Is that normal?” She hurries over with a glass of water and kneels beside me. “Do you think you’re going to throw up?” “Maybe,” I mutter, my head spinning. “I feel like I should.” She stands quickly. “Let me grab something—” A violent cough escapes me, and her eyes widen in horror as blood splatters the pillow beneath me. I wipe my mouth with my sleeve, only to see red smeared across it. Elizabeth’s face pales as panic overtakes her. “Goddess. We need to go to the healer now.”

A horrifying realization washed over me as I felt a bitter taste rise in my throat. I retched, my body convulsing with each wrenching heave. A torrent of blood spewed from my mouth, splattering onto the floor in front of me. The crimson liquid pooled, spreading like a sinister stain. It was a gruesome sight, one that left me feeling weak and helpless. The metallic scent of blood mingled with the acrid stench of bile, filling the air around me.

I feast my eyes in the dish before me as I gulp hard this looks tasty as I drool over it, getting a hold of the sandwich as I nubch on it hungrily, Swallowing it u feel my stomach turn in disgust as I spit it ou immediately looking shyly towards the girl at the counter I cough slightly till she's convinced that I had choked on the lettuce by mistake, I smile at her as she Averts her gaze away from me placing her attention back on the dishes she was sorting, What the hell just happened? I ask myself I wardly checking the sandwich I life up the first loaf of bread to inspect the insides yet everything seems just as normal as it should be no extra ingredients had been places in it, Why did I j

The urge to vomit overwhelmed me. I struggled to walk to the bathroom. My vision blurred. When I finally reached the bathroom, I collapsed in front of the toilet. Blood spilled from my mouth. My eyes widened. Frozen in shock. Throwing up blood could only mean one thing: The person is dying. And in my case, it meant I was dying. Panic set in. Fear gripped my heart. How could this be happening? Now, of all times.

“Yeah, another bloodsucker.” Shit. “When?” “Couple….weeks….ago,” he says, his speech starting to slow and slur as he loses too much blood. I take my finger, stopping the blood flow and holding up his arm, I take the glass and sniff it before I drink his blood while he watches. He whimpers and I stop, looking at him. “No getting sick. If you vomit, you swallow it back down,” I tell him before finishing the glass then letting his wrist go, laying it over the glass again.