Metallic Taste When Coughing But No Blood Novels & Stories

If anything, the throbbing in my head felt sharper. I pushed myself out of bed and dragged my feet to the bathroom, hoping cold water on my face would help. But halfway through, a cough hit me so hard I had to grip the sink. One cough. Two. Three—until I tasted metal. When I looked down, there it was. Blood.

“Please, sit down with us, let us know what’s going on. Because honestly, we’re so confused.” I nod, resting my elbow on the table and putting my chin in my palm. In reality, now that I have a moment to consider it, my coughing fit really was frightening. I went to bed last night the picture of health, and today I’m coughing up blood? I’m tired, of course, but I had thought it was just because I didn’t get any sleep. But…is it more than that? Is this ache within me…is something else going on?

“Peanuts?” No answer. Only the creak of settling metal and the distant crash of waves far below the cliff. He had to be okay. He had to— I coughed, and the pain exploded. Wet, coppery warmth flooded my mouth and I spat blood onto the tilted dashboard, the bright red splatter shocking against the dusty gray plastic. Another cough wracked me, deeper this time, and more blood came up, dribbling down my chin and soaking into the collar of my shirt. The taste was awful, thick and warm as my vision blurred at the edges, the ringing in my ears growing louder, drowning out everything except the frantic thud of my own pulse.

"Uh, fever, vomiting, he is very tired too. He couldn't talk to his wolf anymore." "Was he coughing up blood? " "No, I don't think so." "Oh, the nasty metal. I think it's scarlet silver. It's a silver powder that's been activated with another plant that's also a crossbreed... well, it's a bit complicated but it's one of the few metals that's deadly to you. It causes fever, vomiting, difficulty breathing and eventually hearts failure." "It's true that he was short of breath." She reaches into a bag I hadn't seen and pulls out a vial with a green liquid. She takes it in her hand and closes her eyes, muttering incomprehensible words.

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

It feels like liquid fire expanding in my lungs, a sharp, tearing pressure that cuts off my airway entirely. A harsh, hacking cough rips violently through my throat. I jerk backward, breaking his grip as I instinctively bring my right hand up to cover my mouth, my body trembling from the sudden, agonizing spasm. The taste of heavy iron and copper instantly coats my tongue, warm and thick. I pull my hand away from my lips, my chest heaving as I look down into my palm in the dim twilight of the hallway. Blood. Thick, dark, metallic-smelling blood is dripping from my fingers, pooling in the creases of my skin and smearing across my palm.

She was so cold. She tasted dust in her mouth, felt dry on her lips. She tried to swallow, but her tongue stuck to the inside of her mouth. It took several painful swallows before saliva eased the clogged feeling in her throat. But she paid for it with an ache in her cheeks, like someone was squeezing her saliva glands between their fingers. The sharp, bitter taste of soot or burned oil that she expected wasn't there. Nor was there the sour, metallic taste of blood. It was just dirt.

I answered with a wide grin, hoping she hadn't caught my pretense in coming here. "After that, have you gone back to Sama Island or traveled to countries where the virus is on outbreak?" "No." "What else prompted you for a check-up?" "I have a cough." "Describe your cough, Mr. Grey," she said, and her addressing me in my name got me tickled in my heart. Hoping that soon, I would be calling her Dr. Grey. "It's dry and persistent like every time I got my asthma attack." "Are you having a breathing difficulty?"

Just as I was about to lift my cup to sip more tea, I felt discomfort in my chest, and was forced to cough it out. To my horror, I coughed out blood.

My body felt numb, but I didn't see nor feel anything like pain, scared nor nervousness. I raised my hand and grip on the heretics wrist firmly. I look at him with my emotionless eyes and tried to speak. “What?” he questioned when he didn’t got what I said. Cough Cough! I cough blood, it almost made cry because of the iron smell and rusty taste on my mouth. He glared at me and increasing the strength of his grip to shut me up. I let out a choke before laughing a little at the air on my lungs are slowly decreasing.