Novel & Cerita Metallic Taste When Coughing But No Blood

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.

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.