Is It Bad To Swallow Blood Novels & Stories

"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.

The only thing left was the dinner menu, but the vile taste lingering in my mouth made eating unthinkable. I excused myself and hurried to the bathroom. Once inside, I bent over the sink and desperately tried to force the blood back up, jamming my fingers into my throat. Nothing. All that came out was thick, bitter-tasting saliva, streaked faintly with red. My stomach twisted in frustration and disgust as I leaned against the sink, breathing heavily. As I rinsed my hands under the cold water, something in the mirror caught my eye, a shadow, a reflection that made my blood run cold.

I tried to hold out as long as I could. My mouth opened as I sucked in the sweet air around me, and he took that moment to dump the blood into my mouth. Warm and metallic.. I cringed as he pulled the cup away and forced my mouth closed and held it. “Swallow.” He snapped. I held back tears as I swallowed the blood in one gulp, my stomach turning and nausea completely taking over. Vomiting that back up is not something I look forward to doing. “How is she STILL awake? Are you sure you got the dosage right?” I heard the first man ask, just as I felt a clink at my wrist, accompanied by a searing pain. Hmm..

However, instead of feeling better, I feel much worse. When I look down, I see that I’ve throw up blood. Tainted blood. I go still for a second, for creeping up on me. What is this? I look towards where Kayla is waiting for me, her wolf puppy playing by her feet. My breathing is uneven and I force myself to stand up. I’ve never thrown up blood before, especially when it looks like this. Taking a deep breath, I rinse my mouth with some water before going back. However, with each step, I can feel my strength draining.

Her throat began to burn. Octavia frowned and set the glass down with a shaky hand. “Maybe I drank that too fast…” she whispered to herself. The queasiness rapidly worsened. She staggered to the restroom but could only make it to hallway when she tarted coughing more forcefully. Her throat felt like it was on fire. Suddenly, she coughed hard and tasted something warm and metallic in her mouth. She looked down at her palm. Blood. She vomited a small amount of blood onto the polished floor

However… He felt his stomach contracting just after taking two steps, and soon after, he felt blood rushing up to his throat. He could smell the iron as he audibly spat out a mouthful of blood. He had no control over it, however, as he threw up all over. “Bro!” Alarmed, Nial rushed over to hold on to him, anxiously saying, “You’re spewing out blood everywhere! I’m sending you to the ER!” Oh, dear!

Marcel’s groans cut the child and their attention both turned to him. “Is he going to die?” “No, he’s not. I checked his heart rate already. It’s past normal a bit and we just have to get to the doctor quickly.” Spitting blood is part of the consequences of drinking when he’s not supposed to. He has been coughing blood for a while but not that much. If anyone else was in her shoes, they would be panicking by now but not her. She has known Marcel for years and has been in this situation with him several times. She knows when it gets bad and when it’s just mild. However if they don’t do something quickly, it is going to get worse and that isn't a good thing.

“Is he?” “Yes.” I didn’t have time to think too much and hurriedly went forward to check. Evan hunched his body and spat out two more mouthfuls of blood with a painful expression. There was a pool of blood on the floor. “Oh my goodness!” I was dumbfounded. Evan had a stomach ulcer and could not drink. He had gulped down 2.2 pounds of liquor and had not eaten anything to fill his stomach that day. He would vomit blood.

The force of it was overwhelming, and my stomach ached as if it was being wrung dry, tears welling up in my eyes from the intensity of it all. As I finally finished heaving and caught my breath, a sense of temporary relief washed over me. But then, glancing into the toilet before flushing, I noticed something alarming. My stomach dropped at the sight; it wasn’t just normal vomit it was tinged with blood. A pang of fear shot through me, the image searing into my mind. My heart raced, and for a moment, panic was about to take over. Trying to calm down, I took a deep breath, telling myself that my throat was probably just irritated from the constant vomiting.