Lips Turning Blue When Cold Novels & Stories

I was going to go for more when I stopped, oh shit! "What?? What's wrong?", Finn asked, but presently I could not say anything. The cold temperature from the ice cream quickly cooled the roof of my mouth, and then it was like my blood vessels constricted, quickly dilating in response to the cold in my mouth. I should have not rushed, but I could not help it. I have not had one in years now, really. I do not even know how I survived. The sudden increase in blood flow to that area and my brain, my head.

I said, and he immediately replied. "I know, my king. Nothing happened. It's just Genelia on the line, she is telling me about Aurora, who caught a bad cold, and now she can't seem to have anything, not even her soup which is worsening her state as she is almost unconscious with a high fever. And as from what I heard, she got hypothermia, so she can't be sick for a fat amount of days." Alec said, and immediately I remembered her state and her words. ~I have hypothermia, If I catch a cold then I'll be sick for a good amount of days, and if I don't take care of myself, then it can cause affects my mind

Their faces paled of the revelation Lauriel showed. Iris was feeling faint until a cold feeling coursed throughout her body as if some ghost touched her. Her body grew cold and the lack of blood from her legs made her collapse thankfully Cayden was able to catch her fall. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. "So...so...c-cold." She breath out and can clearly see a slightly white smoke coming out of her mouth every time she exhaled. The body temperature dropped so fast until her sigh darkened. Her body was white and slowly turning blue this alarmed them. Eris wanted to go over and help but Cayden pushed him back.

I wiped them gently with my thumbs. Her skin that wasn't bruised looked like paper, her lips had a bluish tinge. “Hey… hey…” My voice cracked. “Come on…” I pressed my fingers to her neck. Nothing. My stomach dropped out. “No.” I checked again. Harder this time. Desperate. “Come on,” I growled under my breath. “Don’t do this—” Still nothing. She felt cold...Too cold. A sound tore out of me—raw, guttural, somewhere between a shout and a broken breath.

They are replaced by tiny, weak green hills that move across the monitor at a terrifyingly slow pace. I look at Beau's face, and a cold wave of dread hits my stomach. His skin is extremely pale, and it lacks any signs of the feverish heat from earlier. The natural pink color drains away from his mouth, leaving his lips with a faint blue tint. His chest barely moves. He takes very shallow, uneven breaths that sound more like weak gasps for air. "Why are his lips turning blue?" I demand, grabbing his cold hand. "He is barely breathing, Doc."

“You can get dressed.” With trembling hands I pulled my clothes back on, fumbling with the zipper on my coat and the button on my jeans. My fingers were numb and not working as I wanted them to and I couldn’t stop the chattering of my teeth. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that my lips were turning blue with how cold it was in this tent. It might block the wind, but the overall temperature was still probably twenty or less.

My hands tightened their grip, as if on their own. The word accord would sound nice after this sentence. I looked down, my eyes wild, and my heart racing from the fear that’s eating my heart out. My eyes rolled back as I got dizzy from the cold, the shivering of my body as I collapsed on the ice cold floor. My body crashed against the damp ground and I could see Blue was in the same state as I was. His icy blue eyes rolled back in the back of his head, those ice blue eyes that used to have spark in them only showed regret and agony. I could see the blue veins appear around my fingers, his face was pale, blood begging for air.

She pressed her fingers on her forehead and lowered her lashes. Due to a lack of adequate blood flow, her fingertips were cold when they came in contact with her skin. She sighed softly. The perspiration that broke out of her skin made her feel slightly cold when the breeze touched her skin. Her heart thumped faster than usual and only when she took a couple of deep calming breaths did it slow down and started beating at the regular pace.

Blood soaked through her fingers. “Tighter,” I hissed. “Wrap it tight.” “Okay—okay—” she whispered, fumbling with the bandage. She pulled it tight, tighter, wincing as I gasped. “Now what? You're still cold. You're shivering—your lips are blue—” “Blankets.” I felt light from the blood loss. Freezing cold. “Anything.”

"You'd get a cold." He turns and looks at me, and for the first time I notice how dangerously red his lips are, and how extremely gray his eyes are as well. I place the blanket around his shoulders before leaning into his body and resting my head on them, my eyes falling on the goblet beside him. "Wow. It's actually water that's in it." "You're cold." "Yeah," I let out a small breath. "And considering how cold you are as well, it's not exactly peachy, but it gives me goosebumps and all."