Is It Normal For My Nose Piercing To Bleed Novels & Stories

“I will get to the bottom of this. In the meantime, continue training hard, and stay in shape, so that when the next team of scouts arrive, you will not be taken unawares.” The coach left immediately, brows furrowed, eyes shining with restrained purpose. My legs felt weak and I staggered back. I felt a trickle of something wet and warm on my lips. I swiped a palm over it to check. Blood. Nose bleeding. This seems to be happening quite a number of times, especially when I'm stressed or agitated. It must be the drugs causing this. “My goodness, Zayden, are you alright?” Jace grabbed my shoulders, trying to check my face.

My own blood. My stomach churned. “Oh. A nosebleed.” I reached up, touching the spot. It was dripping a little, warm and metallic. “It’s… it’s a normal thing. Happens sometimes.” I tried to sound nonchalant. “Hasn’t happened in weeks, actually. Maybe three.” Her eyes narrowed. “A normal thing? Do you have any illness, Alpha? Anything that could trigger this?” Her voice was firm, laced with genuine concern.

I push the tissue to my nose and apply pressure as Darren grabs a first-aid kit on the shelf across from me - returning with a stop bleed stick and placing it gently into my nose. “What’s happening to me?” I ask in a nasal tone as I try to calm my roaring thoughts. “It’s just a side effect of the radiotherapy. Bleeding isn’t uncommon.” He says as he holds the stick inside my nose. “I’m not going to be able to go back to EnviroDoc, am I?” I needed to know if this was going to be my life as I proceed treatment.

He was a short man, and the top shelf was almost too high for him. "Here you go." He said, placing the kit on the counter. "Thank you." I replied, giving him a small smile. "I'll be here if you need anything." I grabbed the kit and headed to the bathroom. The lighting was poor, but it would have to do. I took a few pieces of tissue paper and wet them with warm water. Then, I pressed the tissues against my bruised skin and cleaned the area. It was a bit swollen, and my nose was still bleeding. I took the kit and looked for something that would stop the bleeding. Thankfully, I found a nasal spray and sprayed it on both my nostrils. It stung, and I winced in pain.

I asked her that question during our quick shower together, and she admitted that she has no idea what was normal or not. I suggested we go to a clinic to make sure everything was fine but she dismissed it quickly and said I’m over reacting. I’m not so sure I am though. What if it has something to do with her diabetes? Or her still healing infection? “I’m fine, I’m sure it’s normal. If it doesn’t go away by tomorrow and the bleeding doesn’t stop either, then I’ll start worrying” she said firmly. I shook my head in disapproval, I wasn’t going to wait and stay on pins and needles until tomorrow.

he murmured pulling me out of my thoughts, "Don't you feel your hand is bare?" "It's not your problem," I replied moving to the shelf to take the coconut oil before staring at him. "Lie face down...” "I can't," he cut me off shaking his head, "I should avoid that position for at least one more month." “Why?” I asked intrigued seeing how he lay on his back without taking his eyes off me. "Something about the pressure exerting on my nose and making me bleed," he replied sighing, "The doctor would explain it better, I'm sorry."

Surprisingly he nodded, “Ma’am there blood coming out of your nostril.” My hand quickly went up my face as my finger traces beneath my nose. I pulled my finger down to confirm and truly there was blood. Oh, my God! “Why am I bleeding?” I asked myself immediately, while the driver continued driving but at intervals gawking.

My head was whirring and I was losing consciousness gradually ‎Blood splatters began to drop onto the carpet from who knows where. I stared at the reddish brown substance. Confused, I placed a hand to my nose when I felt it simmered in mucus and wiped at it, only for me to draw it back and notice the amount of blood plastered on it. ‎It wasn't mucus. ‎It wasn't mucus at all. ‎ I wiped at my nose again and pulled it back for confirmation. True enough, I was having a nosebleed.

“You’re bleeding. Why? What happened to you? Are you hurt?” He blinked, startled by my urgency, and immediately tried to lessen the fear, he smiled, dropping his chin, “It's nothing. It's just a nosebleed. I'll heal.” I raised his chin, eyeing him closely there was something about the way he said it. It felt too generic almost guilty. The hair at my nape rose, panic settling in “It's not nothing,” I snapped, reaching for his face, “You are bleeding through your nose. Why? This doesn't make any sense.”

He explained to me while still holding my one hand. I continued to stare at my reflection for another long minute. The veins under my eyes throbbed and I could see them pulsating with every second passing by. When I lowered my glance at my nose, blood seeped out and covered the sink that I stood nearby. I placed my hand over my nose, stopping the blood from spreading but it didn't stop. It dripped down my fingers and left a trail over my arms. Though, I didn't feel any pain.