Romans & histoires Metallic Taste When Coughing But No Blood

I tasted something metallic in my mouth. Blood.

I instantly knew that it was blood. I looked around but could barely see anything. It was dark and only the beam of the moon penetrating through the window served as my light from where I was. I shook my head slightly to prevent the blood from getting into my eyes. I did not want to be blinded any further than I was already. I coughed and winced slightly when I tasted the metallic taste in my mouth. The side of my lips stung. I gulped to try and get rid of that taste but to no avail.

I feel my ribs bust and a growl of pain vibrates hugely from my throat as I cough out blood. I fight the blackness creeping into my vision but that's nearly impossible as gravity takes effect, slamming my eyes close. . . TBC.

My body felt numb, but I didn't see nor feel anything like pain, scared nor nervousness. I raised my hand and gripped the heretics wrist firmly. I looked at him with my emotionless eyes and tried to speak. "What?" he questioned when he didn't get what I said. Cough Cough! I cough blood, it almost made me 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.

My stomach churned uncomfortably, and a bitter taste rose in my throat. I dismissed it at first, thinking I had eaten too quickly. But then the sensation grew worse. My chest tightened, and a violent cough wracked my body. The first cough brought nothing, but the second brought blood. I gasped, clutching my chest as panic set in. “Help!” I called weakly, my voice barely carrying. Moments later, a maid burst into the room, her face pale with alarm. “Lady Amelia! What’s wrong?” “I… I don’t know,” I managed between coughs.

He hit the concrete roof top, coming down hard. He slowly got to his hands and knees, coughing a little as he did so. He could taste something along the lines of iron in his mouth, a taste that made him feel sick. He coughed some of it out, and his eyes widened when he saw how red it was. That taste in his mouth was from his own blood. Now he really felt sick. However, now wasn't the time to let his phobia get the best of him. He had to stay focused. He had to remember who he was fighting for.

I coughed. “Your bouts of coughing continue to grow worse. What is this? The tests show you don’t have cancer, there’s nothing wrong inside your body & the x-rays show nothing— even the MRI’s. I’m concerned, Kennedi. I should really get you out of here,” worry displayed across his face. He handed me a handkerchief from his pocket. “Thanks,” I said in between coughs. My coughing fits varied everyday, but everyday, they worsened. Today was the day.. the day blood came with the coughing.

A cold sweat breaks out of her pore, setting her dried shirt to soak, her back furiously screaming from the unknown heat, while her throat forcefully pushing something out from her stomach, a bitter metallic taste on her tongue was the last thing she needs to feel. The strange blood taste on her tongue getting stronger, she could feel a rock from her stomach crawling out from her esofagus, the taste make her stomach churn and refused to accept it back, her stomach pushing her to throw it up instead. Nothing could take her attention, not even the stepsnon the ground, not the piercing sound on the glass ceiling as if someone was scratching, not the shrieking sounds next to her, not even the sh

Wednesday, November 28 Wednesday, November 28 The sun had vanished, and it was cold, rainy, and slushy. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving, and this wasn’t the weather for the holiday. The last time Maxine called in sick was four years ago. The cough had progressed to body aches, chills, sore throat, and a fever of 101.6. This morning during a spasm, she brought up blood with dark yellow phlegm and wheezed.

“Severe coughing can reduce the blood flow to the brain temporarily, causing dizziness or fainting spells. Based on your symptoms, this likely wasn’t the first episode you’ve experienced.” “Coughing? Or fainting?” “Coughing mostly.” Then I remembered. Random moments. I just never thought anything of it. I swallowed carefully. My throat still hurts. “How do I stop it?” I asked quietly. “You’ll need proper rest, antibiotics and less physical stress,” he explained. “You’re not asthmatic, which is good. But your body has clearly been exhausted for a while.” Exhausted. That sounded about right. “What the doctor is trying to say is you need to rest until you recover–“