روايات وقصص ضمن Is It Bad To Swallow Blood

Blood vomiting "Emberly, open the door." Skylar banged on the door. I could feel the worry in her voice for me. I quickly wiped my mouth with toilet paper and flushed the blood contents down the toilet. I slowly opened the door and Skylar quickly approached me. "What's wrong, Emberly?" she nearly shouted at me while examining me. I shook my head, smiling a little to hide my pain. "Nothing, it's just I think I ate something," I looked around, trying my best not to look into her eyes.

He was confused about why he vomited blood. “How long have you been vomiting blood?” the doctor asked grimly. Jasper wanted to tell him that he had just bit his tongue, but he did not dare to say it. “Just now. It only happened for a little while, and it’s nothing serious.” “What do you mean, nothing serious? Your hands were full of blood. It was even more than before you went for surgery,” Summer said anxiously. “Oh, no. The chance of recurrence after surgery is very small. But once it recurs, it’s not a good sign!” The doctor shook his head. “I suggest you go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. After all, this is no small matter.”

The spasm causes a spurt of metal-tasting liquid to gush up my throat. An involuntary spit comes out of mouth. Using the back of my hand, I wipe the annoying drip and inspect it. Blood.

His reputation would be ruined. “There’s no serious internal injury. He only coughed blood due to the fall. Some dislocations, yes, but nothing life-threatening,” Adrian said casually, as though the others had blown the situation out of proportion. “What? Are you crazy? How dare you?” the older man snapped, his face red with fury, like he might lunge at Adrian and strike him then and there. Is he trying to say I don’t know my job? the doctor fumed internally. “Even Clara here knows this isn’t a joke! You see a patient coughing up blood and say he’s not in serious danger? Do you want a dead man’s life on your hands?” the man asked, as if reasoning with a lunatic.

I sneezed out another lump of clotted blood from my nose, resulting in a painful non stop nose bleeding "Damn it, it isn't a good sign.."

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.