My Head Hurts When I Blow My Nose นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Evil people in our life already behind the bars now no one can harm us. "Aahh..." I winced when suddenly a sharp wave of pain hit my head and I stumbled on my leg. I feel something wet streamed out from my nose and I taste something metallic. I looked into the mirror and saw blood is oozing out from my nose. I Felt dizzy but I hold the counter to balance myself and took a deep breath to let go the feeling. When I feel batter, I took out some tissue papers, wet them in water and applied a pressure on my nose to stop the blood. When blood stop I washed my face again took out a painkiller for headache which my doctor recommended me and gulped it down with water.

He said. He put a light, wet cloth on my nose, and I started to have trouble seeing.

Blaire added. “You think?!” Faith exasperated while glaring at Blaire. Blaire helped Faith to her feet and took her to the hospital. By the time they reach the hospital, the bleeding stopped, but her nose hurt pretty badly. She didn’t see herself in the mirror, ut she could already feel her under eyes getting puffy. Her nose was aching, but her cheeks also started to throb.

My head hurts at the fading vision, something between a memory and a dream. Pinching my nose I look down to see a drop of blood. Wiping it on my pants quickly, I hope neither Tilly nor Atlas saw. I don't want them to worry, but my migraines have been increasing. I'll take some aspirin after we get the ship turned around.

The impact of the punch made my head tilt the other way and my neck began to hurt me. I shuddered in pain and I began bleeding from my nose and mouth. My vision was blurry and my lips were quivering. My cheeks were swollen red and I started having a headache. "Luke is going to come and save me," I muttered in pain and tears began rolling down my cheeks.

He? An image flashes in her head. It’s only for a split second but she can see the outline of another person who’s sitting next to her at this very spot. She racks her head to recall the memory but it vanishes from her mind. A sharp pain stabs her brain and she whimpers. It’s hurting her a lot and to her horror, her nose starts to bleed. “Ugh!” She winces as she scans her bag for a tissue and her medicines. Finding one, she quickly wipes off the blood and gulps down the tablets with water. Halsey takes several deep breaths, waiting for the pain to pass.

Anger, pain, sadness, heaviness, and even those I could not think about. I ran my hand through my hair exhaustedly. I could not stay here. The office was suffocating. It felt like the walls were closing in. I rushed to the door, but before I could grab the handle, the door flung open. The edge slammed straight into my nose. Pain exploded through my face. I staggered back with a sharp grunt, my hand flying to my nose instantly. Warm liquid spilt between my fingers. “Damn it,” I hissed, blinking rapidly as my eyes watered.

I’ve been doing that a lot lately. “I’m going to bed,” I said quietly. “Goodnight.” When I opened my eyes again, sunlight was already slipping through the curtains. Morning. The migraine hit immediately. It felt like someone was hammering inside my skull. Then I smelled it, blood. I touched under my nose and sighed. Another nosebleed. At this point, it almost felt routine. “May…” Lilly stopped the moment she walked into the room. Her eyes widened. “Oh, my God. Are you okay?”

The movement pulled at my sore ribs and made my face throb more. The apartment felt smaller. He sat between me and the door. TV noise pounded in my head. I pushed myself up slow. Legs still shook. I walked to the bathroom. Each step made my side hurt. Closed the door. Locked it. The click sounded loud. Mirror showed my face. Cheek red and swollen. Eye puffy and starting to bruise dark. Nose bloody. Lip cut and fat. I touched the swollen cheek. Pain flared hot. Blood had dried on my chin and neck. I washed my face with cold water. It stung the cuts. Water turned pink in the sink. I sat on the edge of the tub. Then slid down to the cold tiles. Back against the tub. Hand pressed on my stomach.

The amount of awareness I had with my current situation is enough to tone down my cries. The cold weather easily dried my tears. It made everything more uncomfortable now that I feel sticky every time I move my face. It’s hard to breathe with my clogged nose. I could breathe through my mouth, but that means the snot can get inside. As much as blowing out all the snot sounds wonderful, that would only make my face stickier. With nothing else to do, I screamed my lungs out. They said you could feel lighter after shouting your frustrations. It did, just a little.