My Head Hurts When I Blow My Nose の小説・ストーリー

Brayden’s eyes fluttered open, the dim light of morning seeping through the edges of the curtains. His head throbbed with an intensity that made his stomach turn. He blinked slowly, trying to focus, but everything around him felt blurry and distant. His hand instinctively moved to his temples, rubbing them gently in an effort to relieve the pressure building inside his skull. The pain was relentless, pounding in time with his heartbeat, and it took all his willpower not to groan aloud.

I started shivering from the cold, which only exacerbated the pain in my back. Fuck. I swallowed again, but the reflex was daunting. It made my nose hurt, of all things. I didn’t know what the fuck that was about, either. Wind kicked up around me, causing me to shiver and hurt in places I hadn’t realized. Like my nose again. My shoulder. My ankle. Why the hell did I hurt in all these random places? “Clint!”

I cry silently against my bedroom door for awhile and then make my way to my bathroom. I look in the mirror and take in my appearance. My long brown hair is disheveled and my blue eyes are red and swollen. I glance down and notice my nose is still dripping blood and starting to swell a little bit and my cheek is a dark shade of pink. I've treated myself plenty of times so this is nothing new. I was actually lucky this time it was just a nose bleed.

Falling down the grass as my head felt like cracking. On the top right of my forehead started to swell. Fresh blood came out from it. Closing my eyes as it made me dizzy and want to vomit. Crinkling my nose to check if it was still there and not broken as the force and speed I applied mah cause severe damages as I hit on the tree.

ELENA I woke suddenly, the dryness in my mouth almost painful, my body sluggish and overheated beneath my blanket. The faint throb behind my forehead reminded me of earlier — the sharp sting of a nosebleed that had caught me off guard when Logan’s elbow slammed into my nose. I had cleaned up well enough, pressing tissues against my nostrils until the bleeding stopped. Now, there was a lingering soreness in the bridge of my nose, a faint metallic taste that hadn’t quite left me.

Mattheo, he couldn't have done this to me. "Who... are you?" I asked, with difficulty. The commotion started again the second I finished my question. It came from the Doctors who suddenly made our hand grips slip. "Oh, no. Nick! She had another nosebleed!" "Damn it." Nosebleed... ah, apparently that's the cause. What made them so panicked was that I had a nosebleed. It seems to be true. My illness can no longer be ignored. Nosebleed, could it be that the bleeding in my brain couldn't be stopped enough by taking medicine alone?

Reaching around us, I grabbed what was left of the shredded clothes he'd been wearing and pressed them to the wound to suppress the bleeding. I couldn't help but sob, feeling utterly helpless. He needs help, but where do I go? What do I do? Snuffing, I laid his head gently back down on the concrete and stood to my feet. My entire body ached from head to toe, my nose was pulsating and my left eardrum felt like it had burst. When I caught myself against the table, I saw the blood dripping from my nose, falling to pool under me. Go, a voice said.

Andy’s POV I woke up with a violent sneeze. And another. And another. My nose was clogged. My head hurt like someone was inside banging pots and pans. Everything was so freaking bright it hurt my eyeballs just to see. “Urghhhhh,” “You’re up.” A cool, deep voice spoke beside me.

“I will get to the bottom of this. In the meantime, continue training hard, and stay in shape, so that when the next team of scouts arrive, you will not be taken unawares.” The coach left immediately, brows furrowed, eyes shining with restrained purpose. My legs felt weak and I staggered back. I felt a trickle of something wet and warm on my lips. I swiped a palm over it to check. Blood. Nose bleeding. This seems to be happening quite a number of times, especially when I'm stressed or agitated. It must be the drugs causing this. “My goodness, Zayden, are you alright?” Jace grabbed my shoulders, trying to check my face.

I stood until my legs ached and the chill of the air seeped into my bones. If my mom had sacrificed everything for me, then whatever she had left behind mattered. They were clues to what I needed to know. We drove home quietly. My nose started bleeding as we approached the house. Warm. Sudden. I pressed my fingers to it, watching red stain my skin. Elena pulled out some tissues. My head spinned and throbbed with pain. Why does this keep happening? Pablo pulled out his phone to call the doctor. I held his hands. “Don't bother.”