Sputum With Blood Streaks Novels & Stories

He coughed, bending and hunching over, the violent spasms sounding as though he would cough up his very heart and lungs. Vanessa rose, intending to help him steady his breathing and fetch him water. But Cameron pushed her hand away, and what he coughed up was bright red blood. The vivid crimson stained his pale lips, a shocking splash of color like a crack spreading across a glass sphere. Vanessa's breath hitched. "How could this happen? I'll get a doctor." "Don't." Cameron stopped her. "It's alright. This illness isn't new; I've grown used to it."

He falls to his knees and at the same time, he releases my hand. He coughs again. But this time something is different and something is very very wrong. He coughs out blood, red blood. The smell of it is impossible to miss. Blood begins to flow from his nostrils and he coughs again, holding onto his chest and not before long, his coughs turns uncontrollable. I go on my knees and hold him still as he coughs. His blood pools beneath him and I become shocked at the amount of blood his body is pushing out.

I didn’t get to think much more before something cold settled in my stomach and the hairs on my arms stood up. I didn’t hear their footsteps ahead of me anymore. What the— “Mel… I think something’s strange he—” My voice cracked mid-sentence as a violent cough tore up my throat. I doubled over, coughing again, harder this time but a warm metallic taste coated my tongue. Blood. I was coughing blood. Why? I don’t eat peanuts, so this shouldn’t... “Rosa.” My mind reached for her immediately, my pulse spiking. “Rosa, something’s wrong,”

He had just walked a few steps when suddenly the blood in his chest rushed up, and his throat was very uncomfortable. He covered his mouth and coughed twice, a bright red blood stain on his hand, his white lips also had a small stain of blood. Tommy saw Derek vomiting blood, his eyes opened wide, and he quickly helped Derek back to the hospital room. Tommy turned around and wanted to find a doctor. Derek stops him. “I'm fine, you don't have to be so surprised.” “You vomited blood. This is not a small matter. I have to find a doctor so he can check your body."

He hadn't stopped. My breath hitched, a sharp, shaky sound that broke the heavy, suffocating silence of the room, cutting through the oppressive stillness that clung to everything. A fresh wave of nausea rolled through me. I turned my head to the side, slowly, painfully, and that’s when my gaze landed on it. The blood. Stark against the once-pristine white sheets, a violent splash of crimson, an undeniable, horrifying stain. It was everywhere, smeared and streaked, a brutal, cruel testament to everything that had happened, to everything he had taken.

On the battered basin before him, nine bloody spikes lay in a haphazard pile, stained crimson, an unsettling testament to what had transpired. “Done,” I muttered, voice strained but steady. I reached for the crumpled piece of paper, now soaked in blood and sweat, tangled in the mess. The note had once been pristine—perhaps just a scribbled warning or plea—yet now it looked like a fragment of a nightmare.

My voice stuck in my throat and tears I’d been trying to hold burst out like water from an open dam. “Shit,” Colton swore, voice uncharacteristically serious. “That’s…that’s a lot of blood staining that chair.”

“I’d try and reach her again tomorrow; I won’t give up; I won't let her go” As he got closer to his room, he felt pain in his chest but couldn’t tell what was wrong. When he got back to his room, he was about to lie down. The pain in his chest became heavy, and he started coughing, placing one hand on his chest. He was shocked when he saw a drop of blood on his bed and couldn't believe it was from coughing. He coughed again, and his hand was covering his mouth when he saw blood. How come?

The deep red liquid spilled onto her shirt, staining it and spreading outwards like a macabre halo. The blood had already started to dry on her skin, leaving a dark, crusty trail that extended from her neck down to her chin. The sight of it made me feel sick to my stomach. As I looked closer, I noticed that the blood had also trickled down onto Clara's face, leaving smears of red on her cheeks and forehead.

If I collapsed in front of everyone there would be an uproar. Enduring the ever growing pain, I rushed out the kitchen without sparing anyone a glance. When I was sure I was away from scrutiny, I staggered, using the wall as a guide as I entered into the suite. I went to the bedroom, inhaling the sheets that had Vie's scent. Slowly, my breathing calmed, the pain subsiding. I opened my palms once more. And sure enough the blood was still there. How could I cough out blood? What's happening?