Metallic Taste When Coughing But No Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Even I can say I look awful. "I can't eat. It hurts" My voice practically disappears as I speak and I swallow thickly to make it easier. But swallowing is the main reason for the pain in my throat. I can thank the silver I drank and ate while at Red Blood. Something makes my stomach coil suddenly and I press a hand to my stomach. Please don't be sick, I silently beg myself. My body responds by racking my spine with coughs and I put a hand to my mouth as blood comes up along with some more silver. I scrunch my hand up to cover the small burning from the silver before wiping the blood on my napkin.

“I’d try and reach her again tomorrow; I won’t give up; I won't let her go” As he got closer to his room, he felt pain in his chest but couldn’t tell what was wrong. When he got back to his room, he was about to lie down. The pain in his chest became heavy, and he started coughing, placing one hand on his chest. He was shocked when he saw a drop of blood on his bed and couldn't believe it was from coughing. He coughed again, and his hand was covering his mouth when he saw blood. How come?

His voice was steady, certain. And I believed him. But then— A sharp cough racked my chest. My body lurched forward, my breath hitching as the taste of copper filled my mouth. At first, he didn’t notice. He kept talking, his voice cold and controlled. Then I coughed again. Harder. Blood dripped from my lips. And he froze. His entire body tensed, his gaze locking onto the red streaks staining my chin. “…What the hell?” His voice was different now. Less steady. More cautious.

The restroom was off to the other side of the floor, but I made it there in time before another cough tore through me. I rolled toilet paper around my hand and coughed into it to muffle the noise in case someone was passing. When I brought my hand down, my eyes widened at the sight in front of it as panic set in. There was blood splattered on the tissue as I tasted the metal liquid in my mouth. The doctor had warned me about this. I coughed again more blood coming out this time. In a daze I folded up the paper and threw it in the bin then proceeded to rinse my mouth at the sink, watching the crimson water go down the drain.

He warned me not to leave so quickly but I just wouldn't listen. Now, I had a weird, prickling pain thawing in my chest. I waited patiently for him to pick up and the instant, he did that, I beamed, “Hello Doctor, it's me, Mr Xavier. Xavier McKinney if you can't recall. I am having a serious revolving cough and I'm finding it hard to breath properly. What do you think is the cause of that?”

“Maybe an hour or so. It’s getting worse. Please, you have to help me.” He nodded, moving to the side and adjusting the oxygen mask on my face. “You’re not poisoned,” he said after a quick series of tests. “But there’s a foreign substance in your system. It’s making you cough. It’s not something I’ve seen before. We’ll need to run some more tests to identify it, but it isn’t life-threatening.”

Immediately, alarm bells rang in Shawn's mind! Shawn had been coughing on and off. He got better sometimes, and it got worse sometimes. There was not a clear pattern. However, it was weird that his coughing had escalated to this point, where there was blood. Shawn did not dare to look at the blood again, quickly rinsing it away with water. He raised his eyes, looking at himself in the mirror. He had silver hair and a handsome face, with fine lines at the corners of his eyes. It was not obvious but added a mature charm to him.

The spasm causes a spurt of metal-tasting liquid to gush up my throat. An involuntary spit comes out of mouth. Using the back of my hand, I wipe the annoying drip and inspect it. Blood.

I gasp looking at my clock. Fuckkkkk, what’s wrong with me ? Tomorrow is a very busy day! Ow, I feel a sharp pain in my head as I stand up a cough escapes my lips and before I know it more follow and I’m coughing blood.

Barely. I count my breaths like Tanya once taught me when panic made my chest seize. In, out. In, out. My cough came without warning. It ripped through me, violent enough that I had to clutch the edge of the mattress to stay upright. Something metallic coated my tongue. I swallowed instinctively, then regretted it when the taste lingered. I heard footsteps and my body stiffened before my mind caught up. The door opened with the same mechanical click it always did.