Metallic Taste When Coughing But No Blood Novels & Stories

It didn't make any sense to me. I tried to open my mouth to speak but my stomach churned painfully along with a burning sensation on my mark just as a harsh cough left my parted lips stopping any words that dared to come out and I continued to vomit. The bitter, metallic taste of blood filled my nostrils as I felt it slid down my chin and drip on my top. It didn’t stop there, I continued to pour my bloody heart out ejecting blood. My shivering body trembled and wept while I convulsed. I felt paranoid when I realized how much blood was coming out.

Emma followed and fixed the bed in a seating position as my arms went around his back, holding him up, trying to be as careful as possible. His eyes slowly glided open and his coughs increased. I took the napkin from my side and placed it in his palm, his hand went to his mouth and he coughed more. At the end of each cough, it had that whistling sound you get when the airways are closing up. They were coming thick and fast now as if he was struggling to get enough air. His breath came out short and in shallow bursts as his coughs began to cease. When he pulled the napkin away, I saw the few blood droplets over it and my chest squeezed tight, the doctor said this may happen in the beginning b

He coughs violently, the sound wet and ragged. A drop of blood falls from his lips. My heart clenches. Tears well in my eyes, blurring my vision as they spill like heavy rain. A thick, metallic scent clogs my nostrils, and my stomach turns. "What’s that smell, Linc?" I murmur, my body swaying. Before I can process anything, I feel myself lifted, cradled in his arms. My body is too weak, too heavy, but the movement jolts another coughing fit from my burning throat.

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.

My stomach clenched tight and no matter how hard I tried to stop the cough that was creeping up my throat, I couldn’t hold it back, the cough that rocked me finally got out and I spat it out. Blood. I could also taste the metallic feel at the tip of my tongue and tears welled up in my eyes, making my eyes sting and bleed as I looked up at Agatha. “W— Why?” I managed to ask amidst my cough but she only glared at me, her eyes throwing daggers and brimstones at me and if looks could kill, I knew that I wouldn’t have survived. The nauseating sinking of despair settled in my stomach and a single hot tear trickled down my cheeks, stinging and punishing me as it made its way down.

I coughed weakly yet warm mucus spurt out of my mouth. “Fangs and claws, Luna! You’re coughing out blood!” Blood? I looked down but my vision was blurry and it kept getting worse. The urge to cough increased and I could not stop myself from coughing incessantly. My vision blurred out, my body weakened and my hearing lessed. All I did was cough while Rosa cried out miles away.

In the middle of the night, I started coughing—a deep, rough sound that wouldn't let up. Probably just a cold. My respiratory system has always been weak, and whenever I catch something, it usually triggers coughing fits. Between the long day and the chilly mountain air, it was no surprise. "Cough, cough..." I clutched my throat, the irritation making it feel like something was stuck there. Even after drinking water, the coughing didn't stop. That's when I heard a knock at the door.

Anastasia Turning on the tap, I let the water rush out in a loud stream to cover the sound of my coughing. My hands grip the edge of the sink as I bend forward, my body shaking with each rough, tearing cough. It feels like my insides are burning like acid is eating me alive from the inside out. A sharp, metallic taste fills my mouth, and when I pull back slightly, my eyes widen at the sight of dark red streaking the white porcelain.

I stood up, and began caressing her back because her cough seemed to be uncontrollable and I could see from her expressio- “Oh my god blood! Hellen, what’s happening, you’re coughing blood. Who do I need to call?!” Hemoptysis has a lot of causes, I just hope her disease isn’t an uncurable one. But from her state, being unable to form words and talk properly because of her incessant coughing, it seems to be worse. I began ransacking the room for some water and finally succeeded in looking for it when I went to where she had taken my food earlier.

I was sure I never completed a full cycle though, because the pain in my neck and bones that accompanied me when I woke up was simply from a place of pain. I pushed all the irrelevant thoughts out of my mind as I pulled myself back to the present. The taste still remained, and for a moment, I could only ask myself how the blood had even gotten to my mouth in the first place. Had I bitten down on my tongue so hard that I'd bled without even knowing. It was sharp, metallic, and bitter as it slid down the back of my throat. I coughed, hard, but the sound barely echoed in the small, cold space I was trapped in.