Romans & histoires Metallic Taste When Coughing But No Blood

Breathing blood into the lungs, we wanted to do some x-ray and scan but she keeps talking about money. "Is she okay, is she the one paying for it?" Craig is almost yelling. "Craig calm down." He gasped for air as Gregory ran his hand on his back. "Is that the only thing that can cause her coughing blood?" "No sir, coughing up or spitting up blood is also called hemoptysis. This can have many causes, some of them serious or also have things like chest pain fever, or even Blood clot in the lung, she might also have Pneumonia based on the excess cold been under and her lungs might also be blocked, due to inhaling fragrance she is allergic to

I fight the urge to close them and fall asleep, but I find it harder and harder as the minutes pass. I cough again, and this time I feel like I have covered the entire mattress with my spit. I feel nauseous, and the room turns into a real roller coaster ride. The feeling reminds me of those others explained as getting drunk and suffering alcohol poisoning. But I haven't eaten or drunk anything yet; it's impossible for anything to get into my system. "Don't you smell the blood? Move!"

A strong cough wracks my body sending blood splattering in front of me. "Oh my Goddess! Lisa!" Gina shrieks, landing on her knees in front of me. "What is happening?" Alex demands, "Shit." Another cough escapes my lips and a piece of metal clatters to the ground. The pain in my throat escapes me and I quickly breath in as much air as I can. Looking down at my feet, I scrunch up my eye brows and reach down grasping the slim object. Alex breaths heavily beside me, "What the fuck was that?"

Looking at the bucket by her, I remember Nicoli. He saw me like that. I think and feel my stomach fall. It must have been quite a sight. All covered in blood. I hope I didn’t scare him too much. “Ah,” I wince as I feel a stretch run down my chest. I can taste blood in my mouth- Am I still coughing up more? No, I quickly find it just to be a lingering taste. I don’t think I have any more blood to pump out. That part must be over. It must be because I feel so weak and horrible.

The metallic taste in my mouth doubles, thick and oily, coating my teeth. Cole lunges forward, grabbing my waist and throwing us both back toward the open doorway. We hit the hall floor hard. He slams the heavy steel door shut, locking it with a frantic twist of the handle. "Don't breathe, Nora. Just keep moving," Cole gasps. He’s coughing, a deep, hacking sound that shakes his whole frame. I scramble up, my head spinning. The hallway is stretching out, the walls pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I look at my hands. They’re glowing. No, that’s not right. The air around them is glowing.

"I don't know, Alpha Jack. We've been doing our best." I felt a wave of despair wash over me. "Let's go. I have an idea." But before I could move, I started coughing. It was a deep, hacking cough that shook my body. And then, I tasted blood in my mouth. Sarah gasped and then screamed, her face pale with shock. "Jack, what's happening?" she cried. I tried to speak, but my throat was raw. I could feel the blood trickling down my chin. Panic set in, as I realized that something was seriously wrong.

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.

The metallic taste of blood that filled my mouth made me want to gag, but I ignored the feeling. I’ll finish them off and then throw up.

My eyes were welcomed by a beautiful view, but that view had no color. I can smell the wet dirt. The grass underneath my feet is drying. The cloud cries, blue sky can not be seen, only gray, only darkness. The sound of rain rings in my ears, drowning all the noises. And I can taste blood. My hand flew to my mouth when I coughed. I felt something wet flick on my palm. Blood. "No," I gasped. Tried wiping my mouth clean, but the smudges of redness felt sticky on my cheek.

The smoke was hot in my mouth and it tasted bitter. "Release slowly. Stop, now suck it back in like a little whistle before letting it out slowly." My heart was racing. This was so bad. It felt like a thousand little needles poked around in my throat and It went down the wrong pipe because a few minutes later, I was coughing all over the place. A little sigh, "You asked for it and for the record, that's a shitty lie." Fuck! The world was starting to spin. "It tastes like shit."