روايات وقصص ضمن Metallic Taste When Coughing But No Blood

coughed up blood! "No–Miss!"

I smile, lift my glass, and take a sip too. The taste hits me strangely. Not bad just bitter at the edges. I pause, tongue rolling the flavor over cautiously. It’s probably just the wine. I shrug it off. But then I felt a sudden itch in the back of my throat, and I coughed. Keiran chuckles, nudging me playfully. “Went down the wrong pipe?” I try to respond, but nothing comes out. The itch sharpens. Spreads. I cough again, harder. And again. My throat feels like it’s closing in, squeezing tight from the inside.

A bead of sweat slid down my forehead, and I wiped it away, but it didn’t help. A sharp pain cut through my chest, a burn so intense that I bent over the sink, clutching the edge. My breath came in jagged gasps, and I coughed, hard, once, twice. The taste of iron filled my mouth, and I could feel the blood rising, dark and fresh. I pulled away from the sink, trying to steady myself, but I couldn’t. More blood came, spilling from my lips, staining the white porcelain. I wiped at my mouth, but it just kept coming. My chest burned, the cough tearing its way up again, more painful, like something inside me was fighting to get out. I leaned against the sink, trying to regain some composure, but m

At first, she dismissed it as fatigue from the exertion of cleaning. As she continued to work, the discomfort persisted, gradually escalating into a sharp, stabbing pain. A sudden tightness gripped her chest, causing her to double over in pain and she struggled to catch her breath. With trembling hands, she tried to steady herself, but the pain only intensified, leaving her feeling helpless and alone. A violent cough seized her body, causing her to double over in agony. As she coughed, she felt a warm, metallic taste fill her mouth, and to her horror, she saw streaks of crimson staining the tissue she had used to cover her mouth.

The salty and metallic taste of the Alpha's blood dancing on Madeleine's tongue evoked a revolting sensation within the pit of her stomach, forcing her to bend over and dry-heave for a few times as she didn't exactly have anything to regurgitate anyway. She violently coughed, spitting out that horrendous liquid tainting her mouth, almost losing balance and falling to her knees as bits and bits of that looming dizziness kept poking at the edges of her mind again, threatening to cloud her vision.

It doesn’t even budge a little bit. I try again, using my body weight and leaning into my arm. Again, the window doesn’t open, and a frustrated scream tears from me, sending me into another coughing fit. A painful scraping feeling claws at my throat with each cough, making me wince. At the same time, my eyes grow tired and begin stinging. I rub at them, but it seems to only make them water, which blurs my vision even more. Shouldn’t someone see this? My neighbors?

I nodded, and sat after he did. “So, you say you have a cough?” “Hmm. I've been coughing a lot these few weeks, and no matter how many cough syrups I take, it just won't leave.” “Oh, I see.” He looked a little serious. “Have you been experiencing any symptoms? Like, shortage of breath, wheezing… anything?”

The feeling rushed upwards, until I couldn’t hold it in. I lifted up from my bed quickly, nails dug into the edge of the bedframe. Warm wetness gushed out from my mouth as I coughed. It splashed right against the floor. The metallic taste of blood flooded my tongue, making me gag as dizziness washed over me. Wiping the back of my hand against my chin, my eyes hardened at the sight of the red patch—blood. The feeling squeezed me even more. I grabbed my chest— urgh. “What’s going on?”

While I watched, my reflection wavered— Then I coughed. Oh goddess! I coughed again and more blood sputtered. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely turn the water to wash it away. The metallic taste filled my mouth, choking me. This was it? This was the mark killing me from the inside. My hands were shaking so badly I nearly fumbled the tap before forcing it open. Water rushed over the porcelain, thinning the dark red, but the metallic taste still clung to the back of my throat.

I wanted to tell him not to worry, but as soon as I opened my mouth, another coughing thread tore through me. And this time, my body couldn't handle it. I collapsed to my knees, holding my chest as the coughs came in succession like fireworks on festival nights. "Lyon— are you okay? Lyon—" The phone dropped from my hand as I felt a moving flame burning through my throat. Just as another cough shattered through me. And this time, the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I was coughing out blood! The room suddenly became small. The walls started closing in on me, and nothing could ease my pain as I tried to fight whatever it was.