Is It Bad To Swallow Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I swallowed. “Yeah,” he nodded. “It's just blood. It will heal in minutes.” I watched him wipe his nose and mouth with a piece of clothing, and that thirst rose again. Mixed with hunger and an unexplained craving. I wanted to taste the blood. My brain spoke. "No. No." I jerked my head in denial. I shouldn't be thinking like this. I must have thought wrong. I swallowed again. The copper scent of his blood wafted through my nose, my eyes widened, and my chest rose in heavy pace.

My blood but it was dark red. “Brinley.... what is happening?. What’s that?”, Ryder stammered in shock as he watched me to. “I don’t know,” I choked out, holding my stomach and crashing down on the floor. “My throat hurts and it’s terrible.” I cried as let blood flow down from my mouth. “Wait.... shit!”, Ryder went for a face towel and dampened it before pressing it to my forehead. “Calm down. Deep breaths.” I was hearing his words but I couldn’t calm down. I kept on coughing onto the towel, turning it red instantly. Fear rushed over me as I saw more blood. Where is it coming from?

“I’m sorry Cole but hopefully this is easier on you then previous ones. I need you to breathe through your mouth as I start and swallow when it hits your throat. Would you like some water? Most find drinking water makes the tube easier to swallow.” “No thank.... you” “Okay , now deep breaths for me.”

The coppery taste in my mouth gave away what it was. Panic built inside me as a scream tore through my throat. Fear—that was all I felt. I had suspected that I might be dying due to all the pain I was forced to endure, but now it seemed more likely. I was vomiting blood. It was either I had gained an internal injury somehow (which seemed more likely than the second option), or I had been taking blood all this time. I would have had to take a ton of it to spew this much. And I didn't remember taking anything like that. Sure, the stuff Silas made me drink had an awful resemblance to blood, but it neither smelled nor tasted like blood. I wouldn't have taken it if it had. So that left the option

"Hang in there, Sarah," "What about sucking it out?" Lucy suggested. "Do you think it can work?" Sandra asked me, hope rising in her voice. It was unlikely. Venom travelled very fast once it reaches the bloodstream, sucking it out of her leg could cause an infection. It could also possibly cause harm to the person doing the sucking if it turned out they had a cut in their mouth. I kept quiet because I did not want to get anyone panicking any further, especially Sandra who seemed out of it a second ago.

It is getting more severe than I thought, three times blood vomit in a space of 24hrs. I grip the edge of the sink, sweat beading on my forehead, tears dripping unbidden. Each retch slices me apart. I taste fear, pure, bodily fear. Jessica bursts in behind. “Camilla!” She kneels and steadies me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Cam, breathe. Try to stay with me.” “I—I’m fine,” I choke, blood flecking my lips. But I’m not. Not by a long shot. She presses a cool cloth to my forehead. “You need rest Camilla, this is getting much worse than I thought, why don't you tell your Dad?.”

Madeline called her parents and told them about what had happened. They came over quickly and picked them up along the way. In the hospital corridor, Gemma was the only one waiting. There were still bloodstains on her pajamas. Brody had already been taken in for emergency treatment. Tanner came out once to ask about the situation before Brody started spitting out blood. Henry said, “Before he vomited blood, we were playing cards. We didn’t eat anything special for dinner, and we’re all fine, so it shouldn’t be food poisoning. Then while playing cards, we drank soy milk and juice, and ate nothing else.”

I looked at her blood that was currently oozing from her cut wrist. I bit my lower lip to suppress the temptation but I just can't. I quickly sucked her blood but as it reaches my throat, I suddenly felt the urge to vomit that's why I instantly distanced myself from her then vomit her blood on the ground. It was like it was burning inside my throat. My eyes widened as I felt the struggles to breathe more. “D*mn,” I mumbled as I suddenly fell from sitting. My back hardly hit the ground as I was still gasping for air.

"It hurts but I can do it." "Good," he said. "Can you take a deep breath?" I breathed in and felt the pain in my throat but I could do it. "Any trouble breathing at all?" he asked. "Any feeling like your airway is closing?" "No," I said. "Just pain when I swallow and breathe." He pulled out a small light and had me open my mouth so he could look at my throat. "There's some inflammation but nothing that looks immediately concerning," he said. "However, if you notice any increase in swelling, any difficulty breathing, any feeling like your throat is closing up, you need to tell someone immediately, understood?"

Inside the mushed food was a shard of glass the size of my thumbnail. I paled. Grabbing my water bottle, I rushed to the sink and rinsed out my mouth, hoping to remove any more miniscule shards that might be remaining. I wanted to vomit as I watched the water, tinted pink with blood, run down the drain. After a quick inspection of my mouth, I was glad to only find superficial cuts, one on my tongue and one on the roof of my mouth. It could have been a lot worse. If I hadn’t stopped chewing when I did, it would have been.