Metallic Taste When Coughing But No Blood Novels & Stories

And who the fuck would do this to me anyway? The air tasted bitter and metallic, like I’d gone down too many flights of stairs at once, and my mouth was dry from lack of water. My head felt hot, almost feverish, and I couldn't seem to stop coughing uncontrollably. My throat burned like I'd been gargling gravel for hours on end, and there was the taste of salt in my mouth that always made me gag. I was drenched in sweat and I couldn't remember how I got here. I had no idea where here even was, or why it bothered me so much to know exactly what this place was. “Alexis…” I tried to call out but I ended up coughing

Her expression went grim, her eyes darkened as she felt a metallic taste in her mouth as well as a thick liquid running down her nose. Her hand reaches to her nose to swipe the thick liquid, it was red, it was blood. Autumn’s throat hitched, it felt dry and raspy. She cleared her throat, emitting a loud, hacking hoarse that was congested with blood. Evette was in full panic mode, Lucas was waking up from his mother’s cough and Autumn was just choking on her own blood, either was she runs out the room, to the corridor just in time to meet a nurse. “The patient, the patient is coughing blood.” Evette cried as she followed the nurse back in to meet Autumn gasping for air amidst the coughs. Luca

Then I coughed. The cough hurt my throat, and I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my voice in case someone was listening. When I removed my hand, I saw a bloodstain on my palm. My vision was going from blurry to clear and blurry again. I wondered why I had blood in my cough. But before I could comprehend that, I coughed more vigorously, and blood pushed out of my throat. I panicked when I saw that, but before I knew it, I was vomiting, and it was blood all over me.

I told her and was going to my room When I suddenly stop because my chest was suddenly aching and the I cough up blood. “Hey wai-" She look at me in a surprise face. “Why are you coughing up blood now? We need to go to doctor tomorrow. She need to know what disease you have. I don’t w to caught that diseases from you “ She say and then go back to her room

But a bigger part wants to stay out of it. “Advil and a thermometer.” I turn my head and cough, and it instantly burns through my chest, like I’m breathing fire. There’s phlegm in my lungs, and I can’t get it up. I cough again, and even I know I can’t deny how awful I sound. “And cough medicine. Something strong so I don’t have to listen to that anymore.”

I groan out loud and make to move my head. I shift my shoulders and roll, coughing once more, bringing up water and phlegm, and the metallic taste of blood that follows makes me gag. I have intense hunger pangs and all-over body aches. My belly is aching and cold with the damp surface I seem to be lying face down on, also bumpy and textured, and yet it helps bring back sensation to the heavy body I couldn’t feel a moment ago.

I pressed my palms against the tile and dropped my head. The cough came out of nowhere. It tore through my chest, violent and unexpected, doubling me over. I braced myself against the wall as another followed—and another—until something wet and metallic flooded my mouth. I looked down at my palm and saw blood. Lots of it. "Bloody hell," I whispered. I stayed there until the coughing stopped. Until I could breathe again. Until I'd washed the last of it down the drain. Then I stepped out, dried off, put on some clothes, found my pills, and swallowed them without water.

I used the wall as a support as I slid up, and then the pain in my back increased and I couldn't stop the coldness that attacked me. My throat felt dry suddenly and I could taste something familiar but almost forgotten in my mouth, then the cough attacked me and when I opened my mouth, what came out was blood, now I knew how serious this was. Seems I had done too much, especially my throat which I am still hoping will heal.

And then the painful memory of that sword tearing through his flesh and scraping his bones. He groaned softly at that memory, the sound came out this time, but it was a crooked sound that made him want to cough. But he knew that coughing would do him no good, not when he could still feel the metallic taste of his own blood on his tongue. He tried to look around, but the light in the room was just too much, even though it was coming from only the window, which was directly opposite him.

A thing in his throat seems to be itchy and his chest felt a little pain. Cough! A taste of blood in his tongue followed after his cough, a mouthful of blood that almost choked his throats departed from his mouth. Chu! Yman sent a spit of blood to his side. He coughed several times before he lifted his left arm and wiped his mouth that was wetted by his own blood. However, Exhaustion had started to creep out in him. His muscles that started to numb signified how beat-up he had become for just a little time that had passed.