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

Blood. "Blake, stop. You are hurting yourself." Nero's quiet words pierced the haze that clouded my senses as I realized I was bleeding heavily from my nose and out my ears like waterfalls. My eyes widened, my heart dropping. "Blake, stop!! I am begging you!!" He sounded almost hysterical now, desperation clawing at his throat with the force of a viper. "You are only going to hurt yourself further."

If I wasn’t so close to her, I would have missed it. “Nothing is wrong with you. You’ll be okay. Trust me.” I tried to reassure her but I wasn’t certain about it myself. I am not a doctor. I really hope though that there is nothing life threatening about a bleeding nose. I only got bleeding nose when I had a fight. I never got one for no reason so I wasn’t aware of the cause of Lea’s sudden bleeding nose. She hummed as her hold on my sleeve loosened up. I pulled back and shut the passenger door. I locked the house doors before getting in the driver’s seat. I drove out the driveway.

Her face was slightly lowered to hide the blush on her cheeks. Understanding what the woman meant, the doctor nodded. “Actually, nosebleeds are common in concussion patients. But, if it could be avoided, wouldn't it be better? So, try to hold it in until the patient is fully recovered.” Seeing the suppressed smile on the doctor's face, Gabriella lowered her head to the maximum. Max was forced to hold back laugh seeing his wife's behavior. "Thank you, Doc. We'll take your suggestion," the man said, saving Gabriella from embarrassment.

I noticed liquid coming out of my nose and took my hand to my nose to inspect it, but I ended up seeing blood all over my hand. Horrified, I pulled my clothes up and struggled to stop the bleeding with them. My nose is bleeding. I can't bleed; no, I shouldn't bleed. I shouldn't be bleeding—not here, not now, I thought as I desperately forced my clothes into my nose to stop the bleeding, staining my dress in the process. I don't even want to remember the last time I bled; I don't bleed. For me, it's taboo to bleed because it causes so many misfortunes, and I really don't want to be unfortunate today.

The roller coaster of emotion is demanding, and I’m in for the ride. “You could easily dodge it! Are you crazy?” Axel touches my face wiping the tears from my cheeks, “You're a beauty even if you're mad or crying. For that, I forgive you, and let's say I deserve that punch.” He steps aside, giving me room to breathe while he goes directly to the bathroom to wash out the blood in his nose. He doesn't even close the bathroom door. “Put some pressure in your nose for at least two minutes by pressing; it will help stop the bleeding.”

I tell myself as I sigh hard. I'm grown, I can like a kid, Bella is one. "Jay, open up!" My Mom called. "What happened... Have your dinner first!" She yelled. I want to speak to her but I can't... My nose started to bleed. The second time in one week. I didn't have any drugs. I feel my nose, I don't have any injury. My chest is beating unusually, I can hard breath through my nose, I start breathing from my mouth. Sit slowly on the floor to regain myself.

His eyebrow is swelling, but his piercing is still there. I can’t believe I worried about this moron and waited with a nervous breath for him to come out and look absolutely fine. He has some bruising around his jaw and eye, but it’s barely anything compared to the mess Greg was in when he left. He had blood all over his collar and shirt. Dane’s bloody nose was gone after he blew it.

I think you need some sleep. ME: Goodnight. As I’m about to switch off my phone, a drop of red liquid lands on the screen. I frown and touch my nose with my fingers. Then I glance at my fingers. Blood. “Oh…,” I murmur under my breath. I guess I’m taking too much stress. I stride into the bathroom, approaching the sink and starting to wash my nose. The bleeding doesn’t stop.

"Probably the heat." Jonathan didn’t respond. He walked over and handed me a clean towel. "Wipe it." I took it and pressed it to my nose. "Thank you, Uncle Jonathan." His eyes lingered on the faint red stains still in the sink. "Does this happen often?" "Sometimes," I lied. The nosebleeds had been getting more frequent lately. Jonathan stared at me for a moment. "You should go to the hospital," he said. "It’s fine. Just an old issue." I kept my head down, trying to move past him.

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.."