Smell Blood In Nose Mga Nobela at Kwento

She sniffed the air, squinting when her nose caught the smell again. What could that be? Then... Her stomach feels weird, too. Is it because of the alcohol she took last night? She stopped suspiciously and sniffed the air again, then she noticed the weirdness between her legs. Why is it somehow sticky? Is her thighs sweating? She raised her lids in wonder, smelling the air again. This time, she recognized it. It's the smell of blood, but not just any blood. Menstrual blood! Her eyes widened madly.

My vision blurred for a second, but then, something warm trickled from my nose. I reached up instinctively, my fingers brushing against my face, and froze when I felt the wetness. My hand came away, and my eyes went wide as I saw the blood smeared across my fingers. It wasn’t just a trickle; it was coming from my nose, staining my skin. I tilted my head back, trying to stop the bleeding, my breath catching in my throat. The room seemed to spin for a moment, and my heart raced, fear gripping me like never before.

"Why? That'll just make it come out more." He sits at the edge of the bed and watches me with worried eyes. "Exactly. The blood needs to go somewhere, honey." I look up at him in shock. Honey? That was such a name to be called, a name you'd call your beloved, not your whore. "Do you want it running down the back of your throat or onto the cloth?" I cough violently again before sitting up and leaning my head into the cloth. The blood practically drains into the cloth. "Good," he praises. "Leaning back can make the blood go to your windpipes or line your stomach. Then you'd retch. Trust me, I've had a lot of experience with bloody noses."

As I step into the room, the scent of decay hits my nose. My nostrils flare, and the bridge of my nose wrinkles as the smell hits me. I can smell the infection, notes of mold and mildew compounded on top of one another to strengthen the scent of disease. It reminds me of how Mr. Barlow smelt before his passing. The infection isn’t of the same sort, but something similar tickles beneath my nostrils. The smell of death. She is indeed dying…

The nightmarish bangs echoed through the air followed by screeching howls and inhuman gurgles. The smell of blood stained the air and filled my stomach until I was ill. Clinging to the smell of freshly spilled blood was something that I had come across before, it's hard stench burned my nostrils and back of my throat, until I was coughing for fresh air. The burning sensation that tickled my nose brought a watery sheen of unshed tears to my eyes. What was that awful smell? Every instinct I had, both human and animal, were screaming at me to get as far away from this place as possible. Instinctively I went to take a step back from this hell hole only to slam my back against a hard wall. A slow

I claimed, which made her wonder for a moment while tilting her head in confusion. “How do you know that there is something there when you can’t see it clearly master?” She solemnly asked, which made me stop. I didn’t think of anything that would help me answer that as I shook my head before sighing deeply, “I have a very high sense of smell, which is why I could smell some fresh blood and someone approaching us,” “Someone? It’s not an animal?” She looked like she wondered for a moment. Before I could answer her, I smelled it again.

He held out his hand and reached up to my face and I flinched as I closed my eyes, was he going to hit me? I felt his finger brush against my nostril and I opened my eyes to see blood on his thumb. I touched beneath my nose only to find blood flowing out of my nose. Axel turned around and I watched him make his way towards his office. I quickly rushed inside the bathroom and washed my face. I then put down the toilet seat and sat on the toilet facing upwards, hoping that would stop the nose bleeding. As I stared at the ceiling, I remembered how Axel looked at me when he saw the blood coming out of my nose.

His eyes were frantic as they met mine. "You, it's you! You need to run, now!" But just then a terrible odor filled my nostrils. I coughed once, bringing a hand up to my nose. "Oh goddess, what's that smell?" I shook my head, trying to get it to leave. But it just wouldn't. It smelled like rotting meat or burnt meat. Where was it coming from? I scrunched my nose.

I smiled back. I shouldn’t tell him right? He’ll just worry. It’s just probably because of lack of sleep. The next day I went to the hospital alone to have some check up. I should not compromise my health but I don’t want to bother Hugh at the same time. He had a lot to do in is office so it’s better if should not just tell him about it. “Your guess is right. That nose bleeding is caused by your fragile blood vessels perhaps, you’re doing some hardcore exercise or? ” The doctor asked.

The antiseptic stench of this hospital is making my stomach turn. It smells like cheap floor wax and something that I can't quite put a finger on, but horrible. My nose is throbbing from Owen's punch, and it's the very cause of my headache too, that bastard. Every breath I take feels like a blade in my sinuses, and I know I look a mess. The bandage across the bridge of my nose is probably crooked, and I’m sure my eyes are bloodshot from my lack of sleep.