Sputum With Blood Streaks Novels & Stories

“Peanuts?” No answer. Only the creak of settling metal and the distant crash of waves far below the cliff. He had to be okay. He had to— I coughed, and the pain exploded. Wet, coppery warmth flooded my mouth and I spat blood onto the tilted dashboard, the bright red splatter shocking against the dusty gray plastic. Another cough wracked me, deeper this time, and more blood came up, dribbling down my chin and soaking into the collar of my shirt. The taste was awful, thick and warm as my vision blurred at the edges, the ringing in my ears growing louder, drowning out everything except the frantic thud of my own pulse.

The number of occurrences is considered to be quite high. When I bleed, the blood is a grayish-white color with flecks of black and white, and it sparkles like the stars in the night sky. At various points in time, both the light and the dark were chasing after me. Just who am I? And I had no idea what you were talking about.

Then I coughed. The cough hurt my throat, and I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my voice in case someone was listening. When I removed my hand, I saw a bloodstain on my palm. My vision was going from blurry to clear and blurry again. I wondered why I had blood in my cough. But before I could comprehend that, I coughed more vigorously, and blood pushed out of my throat. I panicked when I saw that, but before I knew it, I was vomiting, and it was blood all over me.

His chest rattles. Erick rubs the base of his throat, where bruises are already starting to form. Tear tracks make their way down his face. He coughs pathetically, a weak sound, and a small dribble of blood rolls down his chin. Spencer looks at me with a meaningful gaze. I can read the truth in his eyes immediately.

She was standing upright, but her eyes became blurry. She took a few deep breaths and steadied herself. Heather tried to adjust her breathing method to calm herself, but in the process, she felt worse, making her cough and spit a mouthful of blood. Her blood was a dark red, looking like it contained a tinge of black. “Ms. Riggs!” Chump came rushing in as he had just returned from getting the others to prepare the car. He wanted to check with Heather on when they should leave but walked in on her spitting blood.

"The thickening or scarring of his lung tissue. There are many reasons, but I suggest you get him checked out in a bigger hospital. "Either way, he doesn't seem like a local, and his situation must have something to do with our climate. I can't make a specific conclusion," the doctor answered. Josephine's brows knitted. Her mind was elsewhere as she nodded and asked, "Does fibrosis have anything to do with him vomiting blood?" "Did he vomit blood?" "Wasn't there a lot of blood on his body when we sent him in?" The doctor recalled that and said, "That—Well, I'm unsure. But logically speaking, fibrosis shouldn't have caused that."

The taste of copper flooded my mouth. When I pulled my hand away, it was bright red with blood. Not just traces—actual blood, thick and arterial, splattered across my palm and dripping between my fingers. "Kyle!" Thomas's voice seemed to come from very far away. Another coughing fit seized me, more violent than the first. Blood sprayed across the white hospital gown, across the pristine sheets, across the bedside table where my coffee cup sat forgotten. I doubled over with the force of it, my body convulsing as my lungs tried to expel something that wasn't supposed to be there.

"Please… open the door." The evening air was chill, biting at me. My throat was burning, and another ragged cough tore its way through me. I had a taste of something warm on my lips, and when I wiped them with my fingers, my fingers came away streaked with blood. No. I coughed again, harder this time, my body shaking with the exertion. More blood fell onto the ground, splattering against the doorstep. My eyesight was blurring, black spots whirling before my eyes. I was so weak. So cold.

] And then that’s where our line was cut, making me sigh deeply. I was about to get up, but my chest suddenly hurt until I had the urge to cough. Blood spurted out of my mouth. Only it wasn’t crimson but purple.

Damn. My heart pounds frantically in my chest as I feel something wet and sticky between my legs. With trembling hands, I reach down, my fingers coming away slick with crimson, the metallic scent of blood filling the air. God, why am I bleeding? Horror washes over me as I realize what's happening, and I feel bile rise in my throat, threatening to choke me. The blood continues to flow, staining the pristine floor beneath me in dark, ominous streaks, a stark contrast against the polished surface.