Is It Bad To Swallow Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hannah replied as she lowered her eyes. "You must be tired. Get some rest, and we'll go home around next week," Heather spoke slowly while drinking the soup. Her body felt so terrible recently that she was even frequently vomiting blood. Although vomiting blood was nothing new to her, something was wrong if it was too frequent. That meant she could not stay here for long. Heather needed to ponder the situation, read the secret handbook, and figure out what was wrong with her. When Hannah returned to her room, she removed the necklace from her collar.

I tried to swallow it down, but the pressure was too great. I leaned over the edge of the mattress and vomited. A thick pool of dark, hot blood splattered across the clean white silk sheets and the dark stone floor. The blood did not look normal. Tiny specks of silver light floated inside the red liquid, hissing faintly against the cold rock. Theron froze.

they swallowed each other faster than before. Until there is only one round particle left on the screen. William was about to ask the Dean about the situation at this time. As soon as the words came to his mouth, the particles on the projector exploded unexpectedly. William can't respond for a while. The dean's eyes were glued to the projector and didn't move away. After a long time, William regained his language function, "what's going on?" The Dean also recovered. He took a deep breath and said, "as you just saw, the red blood cells in Elisa's body are swallowing each other. When the red blood cells in her body devour each other, they will open her blood vessels until they burst."

I knelt down to get a closer look, my chest tightening. Dad had always been healthy. Never complained. Never got sick. So where did this come from? Then I checked the trash bin. On top were a few clean tissues, but underneath... the ones crumpled and shoved deep were stained in a deep, terrifying red. Too much blood. Too vivid. Not a nosebleed. Not a cut. This had been vomited. My hands started to shake. My brain refused to connect the dots. But my heart knew. Something was very, very wrong.

Not giving it much thought I leaned forward to drink. With both my palms joined before my mouth the water flow down my palms into my mouth instead of hitting the floor. My eyes fluttered closed as the water flowed down my throat, drenching the dryness of my mouth. The water may have tasted weird but at that time I didn't think much. But after some time it was getting worse. I could taste iron in it and the water has gotten thicker. I opened my eyes . In the dim light instead of water a red liquid was flowing down. I jerked back and fell on my butts. I began to spat the content of my mouth .I wanted to puke my guts from the taste of blood .

However, the more I ate, the weirder I felt. Cold spread from my insides but my forehead broke out in a light sweat. I could feel my heart pound harshly and breathing turned difficult. Then I choked on a piece of toast in my mouth. When I coughed, warm liquid sprayed out of my nostrils and splashed on the white tablecloth in front of me. It was blood.

I glance at the machine as it forces more blood through the tube and into my stomach. “Doesn’t taste good?” “I feel sick.” He frowns at me, “You should already be feeling better.” He doesn’t get to say anymore as I start projectile vomiting blood everywhere. It looked like something from a horror scene.

“He may try to act strong. He may even look fine. But trauma like his doesn’t heal overnight.” “Watch for dizziness. Watch for heavy coughing. If you see blood, you bring him back immediately. No hesitation.” Blood. “Is internal bleeding still a possibility?” I asked quietly. “With accidents like his? Yes.” He held my gaze. “The body sometimes pretends it’s okay… until it isn’t.” My throat tightened. Slowly, I nodded. “I understand.” The hospital doors slid open as I stepped outside.

I gasp looking at my clock. Fuckkkkk, what’s wrong with me ? Tomorrow is a very busy day! Ow, I feel a sharp pain in my head as I stand up a cough escapes my lips and before I know it more follow and I’m coughing blood.

But the moment I got into our room, I felt nauseous and rushed to the bathroom to throw up. I vomited in the sink and the pain in my head returned. "God, what's happening to me?" I whimpered, clutching my head and squeezing my eyes. When I opened my eyes and looked down at the sink, I was shocked. I had vomited blood. "Blood..." I gasped.