Saliva With Blood In The Morning Novels & Stories

“I’m fine—that’s the weird thing.” “Okay. Now tell me everything he said, from the beginning.” “So, I went in and told him what was happening, and he just looked into my nose and then my throat because I said I had a sore throat a week or so ago, but now I think that’s totally unrelated. Then he asked me if I’ve been in an accident recently or had any kind of surgery, a head trauma, a hard hit to the head. I haven’t, and I told him that. Then he asked about the taste of the liquid and I told him I had no idea because I didn’t taste it, obviously. I was fine at the doctor’s office so I couldn’t show him, but I told him it especially starts dripping whenever I lean down for too long, look down

Kael Pov The next morning, I woke with blood in my mouth. Not from a wound. From my own teeth. I had bitten through my tongue in my sleep like an animal trying to chew through a trap. The healer who came—wide-eyed, careful, too young to have learned how to lie convincingly—told me it was stress. He dabbed at my lip, asked if I’d been drinking, avoided my eyes as if looking at me too long might invite something to look back.

Then washed my hair again and ran some conditioner through it. Then I brushed my teeth. I scrubbed my tongue so hard I gagged myself, but it was necessary. I doubled over and spat out a small rush of liquid, aiming it right into the shower drain. It was blackish green. Bile mixed with a little vampire blood I’d accidentally swallowed. At last, I could no longer taste the putrid, rotten flavor of it on my tongue. I added more toothpaste and scrubbed my teeth and gums once again for good measure, though.

I cried out, "Let go of me!!" I struggled to pull my hands away, but the more I struggled, the more he drank my blood. The suction continued for a long time that I felt myself falling onto the bed. I was slowly losing consciousness. I felt him extract his teeth from my skin, then he was licking the spot. I don't know what happened after that because I blacked out. KNOX's POV Shit! I took too much blood! Although she's still going to survive, I shouldn't have fed from her. I licked on the spot where she was hurt and watched as the wounds closed up. That's right, our saliva has healing attributes that could heal injuries quickly.

That light was too pure and bright, revealing me for who I was. The filth churning inside me was something detestable and loathsome. It was so overwhelming that I did not dare to touch it. After it happened a few times, Ethan developed stomach problems. When I was not paying attention, he would endure the pain silently with his brows tightly furrowed. He was too afraid to let me find out and never told me. It was not until one morning, after staying up all night to care for me, that he fainted from the pain at his office. That was when I realized just how severe his condition had become.

If anything, the throbbing in my head felt sharper. I pushed myself out of bed and dragged my feet to the bathroom, hoping cold water on my face would help. But halfway through, a cough hit me so hard I had to grip the sink. One cough. Two. Three—until I tasted metal. When I looked down, there it was. Blood.

" He responded and walked right past the middle of him and Lucan to the sight of the blood. He bent on a knee and stared intently at it. Valen watched him carefully, hoping he would find some clues. "It's darker than usual. But I couldn't pick up any sickness off his body. I got the same signal that I get whenever it's a healthy person. That's time tones weirder." "But a healthy person can not spit out that kind of blood, can they?" Lucan chirped in. "In my fifty years of experience as a Lycanis doctor, no. I haven't seen a healthy person spit out blood. Maybe it can have something to do with his drink."

Working on almost minimal possible friction or resistance is worth it, so I say no to cloth on the head. It was morning, and I remembered brushing my teeth and cleaning my tongue killed many pathogenic microbes in my mouth, which otherwise could have prolonged entry into blood through the lungs, food, etc. I was in a good mood immediately after brushing my teeth and washing my mouth. I got back into my seat to study or write something to be more correct.

they all say Ameen and as Audu starts to speak, Halima rushed to the bathroom and throws her guts up. "Innalillahi wa inna ilaihir-rajiun. Halima! What's wrong with you?" Halima ignores her mother's voice asking questions and focuses and what she has thrown up. The food she ate in the morning, the ice cream she was taking and... ...blood. A whole lot of it. She suddenly remembers that she once saw blood in her bile, and now there's more. She totally forgot to go see the doctor then, and now, the blood is almost two thirds of the bile. It's more than half of the bile sitting in the sink in front of her eyes.

"I-I vomited blood — it was blood! Why did that happen? What's happening to me? Did you do something to me?! ''I breathed out between shaky breaths, blinking rapidly because my eyes were stinging. His brown eyes meet mine and his face fell once again, and I was afraid as to ask why. He stood up walking toward me and gripped my chin, moving my face from side to side as if he was examining it, and I felt the burning sensation once again. He let out a barely audible sound. It only made me more paranoid than before. "What-what? What is it?" I asked, more urgent this time, but didn't give him time to speak when I pushed past him toward the bathroom mirror, and I almost screamed when I looked at m