Nosebleed After Shower Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and exhaled after a moment. I gulped and grabbed a tissue out of the tissue box lying on the coffee table. I blew my running nose. When I withdrew the tissue away from my nose, I found it red. Blood! I teared up all over again as I felt my heartbeats increasing at an unbelievable speed. Why is there blood in my snot? I jumped in fright when a stabbing sound echoed in the silent house. I was shaking in fear as I stumbled towards the kitchen holding my bleeding nose with the tissue to try and stop more blood from coming out but it was in vain.

I pressed my palm harder against my nose, trying to slow the bleeding, but it kept coming, warm and relentless, soaking into the fabric of my shirt. The blood oozed like a fountain.

She sniffed her clothes, and it had his lingering scent – the scent of pine mixed with the scent of alcohol. She got up and walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower and changed to her PJ's covering her from top to bottom. Maybe because of the stress, her bleeding got a little heavier. But it is not alarming since the doctor told her that it may last for two weeks. She felt refreshed after she started to smell like herself once again. Hugging herself, she curled on the bed. Maybe because of the shower and the deep sleep she had before the incident, she was calm. And her brain slowly recalled the incident.

She had an uncontrollable nosebleed as blood kept dripping from her nose. She hurriedly bent over, and the drops of blood fell into the sink. Despite the flow of water, it was still extremely alarming. Harmonia did not know what was wrong with her, but after about a minute, she managed to stop the bleeding. She frowned, suspecting that it might be due to heatiness. With about fifteen minutes until nine o'clock, she quickly changed her clothes and hurried toward the appraisal room.

Ruby chided again. "Shut, calm down; I'm fine." Noah placed his index finger in front of Ruby's lips. After getting the results from the doctor, there was nothing wrong with Noah. The doctor also allowed Noah to be treated as an outpatient, as long as his nose didn't bleed anymore.

"You need to give your bone marrow, so you need to stay healthy. Obviously, you'll need more nutrition." "I've already been stuffing myself lately. If I keep it up, I'll start getting nosebleeds." Gale answered, "Then don't drink so much." Shawn slowly said, "I've already been suffering for so many years, acting like a monk every night. With these many strengthening foods, I'll suffer, Galey." She almost spat out the soup in her mouth. What was he saying? Shawn sighed. "I'm going crazy, I'll need cold showers every night from now on."

She quickly applied the ice pack to her nose. Buck looked at the bloodied tissue and asked worryingly, “You were fine just a minute ago. What happened?” “It’s just a nosebleed, Buck. Don’t get yourself worked up over it. Perhaps it’s because the air is too dry?” “That’s certainly possible, but you should get yourself thoroughly checked, Ms. Maia.” “Sure. I’ll do it when I have the time.” “You have to go regardless of that, Ms. Maia. You should do a checkup.”

It took all my strong will not to cry or wail. Before my watchful gaze I saw them all leave the mini house and disappear into the night. For many minutes I only stood at the entrance staring into blank space. Just about three hours since they left I felt the cramp. I realized my nose is bleeding again. Swiftly I dashed to the sink where I throw up. At night! This only occurs at night. I wiped off the blood from my nose with a tissue but when I turn around to walk out I collided with Soraya.

Seeing the bright red color on my fingers, I was so ashamed that I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself in it. I had actually had a nosebleed!! Afraid of being seen by Bryce, I rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I stood by the sink, feeling extremely embarrassed as the mist on the mirror still hadn't dissipated. My small face with a nosebleed was reflected in the mirror. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I was startled and hurriedly turned on the faucet to wash away the blood on my face. "Wh-what's wrong?" In the semi-frosted glass, the tall and slender figure of a man was reflected.

"Probably the heat." Jonathan didn’t respond. He walked over and handed me a clean towel. "Wipe it." I took it and pressed it to my nose. "Thank you, Uncle Jonathan." His eyes lingered on the faint red stains still in the sink. "Does this happen often?" "Sometimes," I lied. The nosebleeds had been getting more frequent lately. Jonathan stared at me for a moment. "You should go to the hospital," he said. "It’s fine. Just an old issue." I kept my head down, trying to move past him.