Novel & Cerita Is It Bad To Swallow Blood

Vomiting a little amount of blood some of his teeth fell out. He didn't expect the teeth but as he inhales more his black long hair detached from his head. He expected it but as he thought that he didn't know what's happening. As one could guess... his conscious went shut down. ------------------------------

I can't. Not now. Not when we had to leave at dawn. We have been moving this fight for long. There's no time to waste now. "Your highness!” Vok’svoice was sharper now, edged with concern. "What the hell is this?" We stared down at my vomit. The once orangey color had turned red. Blood? I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, forcing myself to sit up "I don’t know." And that scared me. I never got sick. Not like this. Not ever. What was wrong.

Slowly I tried to move my body to reach my bag, I am pretty sure that my bag is lying somewhere near. Suddenly, I felt like I am gonna puke and my breathing got erratic and my ribs and lungs felt like someone had punched them repeatedly. I lifted my body and crouched on my knees. The bile rose in my throat and I puked on the floor, the taste of the vomit is coppery and I know what that means, I vomited blood and it's pretty serious. I need to call someone to help me. I don't wanna die.

Pulling me away from him strongly, I ran inside the washroom in my room throwing up all at once making my stomach completely empty even when I didn't even have anything except two green teas today. That's when I saw the most dreadful and the happiest thing and that is nothing but blood in my throw up. This is not the first time I've seen this as this is regular whenever I take more than two sleeping pills and this means I can die soon leaving my worries away. I smiled sadly at that blood and that's when I felt someone's hand in my back head.

Her eyes got wide. He was throwing up blood now. That’s not good. She took her phone and gave it to me. “Go to my contacts, the doctor—,” she began. “No,” her brother interjected. “Kade, you’re puking blood,” she chastised. “It’ll pass,” he said. She looked torn. “You sure?” I asked him. “Yeah,” he said. Then picked a washcloth from his desk and wiped at his mouth. There was a red streak on it now, but his stomach seemed to have settled a little, as he didn’t have his head deep in the can to begin with.

“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.

Just like he has always done. I couldn't stand up because I was so intensely weak. The cramps I had were pretty bad, I was sweating all over. I felt some kind of metallic taste in my mouth, also a bile was sitting in my throat. I rushed to the bathroom as I emptied the content of my stomach. I could tell that I have never had it this worse before, I felt this was something different. I turned on the faucet at the sink to rinse my mouth and there was a red colouration in the water. I checked my mouth in the mirror, and my gums were swollen and it was bleeding.

After consuming a spoonfull of meal after another, Mayari suddenly started to cough hard like there is a stone stuck in her throat, that she fell from her chair and puke. "Ms. Mayari! Are yo-" Lissy's eyes suddenly widened in terror. Mayari not only vomited the undigested food on the floor but along with it is red claret blood.

His voice filled with panic. Collapsing onto my knees, the thundering of my heart rushing to my ears while I could breathe. Fire shot up my throat, a curdling in my stomach as I’m unable to hold it back anymore. I vomited blood, the metallic taste potent on my tongue and making me even more nauseas. Something is shoved into my mouth, his hand pressing my jaw closed and forcing me to swallow the blood and something bitter and earthy. “Swallow it. I know it’s painful.”

Even I can say I look awful. "I can't eat. It hurts" My voice practically disappears as I speak and I swallow thickly to make it easier. But swallowing is the main reason for the pain in my throat. I can thank the silver I drank and ate while at Red Blood. Something makes my stomach coil suddenly and I press a hand to my stomach. Please don't be sick, I silently beg myself. My body responds by racking my spine with coughs and I put a hand to my mouth as blood comes up along with some more silver. I scrunch my hand up to cover the small burning from the silver before wiping the blood on my napkin.