Sputum With Blood Streaks 소설 & 이야기

When he tried to speak, a mouthful of blood sprayed out. "Dr. Slade... Mr. Warner is coughing up blood!"

Smith spoke this time in a serious tone. I felt a sharp squeeze in my chest when I remembered Evan complaining about his aching gums. He also told me that he had coughed up blood that day. When I asked Mom, she told me that Evan had eaten something that got stuck in his gums, resulting in blood in his spit. Nothing serious. This was nothing serious. By now, I already know that any kind of abnormal bleeding shows how critical the cancer has become for the patient. And it was three days earlier than the wedding day.

He was lying through his teeth about the whole thing, but he was doing such a good job of acting sick that she believed every word. Another cough tore from him, even more violent than the first one, but this time what came out of his mouth wasn't just regular blood. It was very thick and completely black, and it splattered across the stone floor in a way that made both women take a step back. "Oh my Myrrak," Liora said, her voice full of fear now. She'd never seen anything like that black stuff before, and it looked poisonous and dangerous. "We need to get you help right away. This looks really serious."

Slowly I tried to move my body to reach my bag, I am pretty sure that my bag is lying somewhere near. Suddenly, I felt like I am gonna puke and my breathing got erratic and my ribs and lungs felt like someone had punched them repeatedly. I lifted my body and crouched on my knees. The bile rose in my throat and I puked on the floor, the taste of the vomit is coppery and I know what that means, I vomited blood and it's pretty serious. I need to call someone to help me. I don't wanna die.

A harsh cough ripped out of him, and then blood gushed from his mouth, splattering across the sheets. “Alex!” James shouted, rushing to hold him. Alex’s body doubled over, his coughs violent, blood staining his lips and chin. His hands trembled as they gripped the sheets, his chest rising and falling with agonizing effort. “Nurse!” James’s voice thundered through the hall. “Somebody help! He’s coughing blood!” Footsteps scrambled outside, the sound of hurried voices rising. In seconds, nurses rushed into the ward, wheeling in equipment.

I stopped and touched my nose because I felt something wet dripping from it. Red... Undoubtedly It's blood. Just great. I wiped it out using my sleeves and so it got stained. Oh well, I'll just wash it later after I go home. "Don't worry about me. It will dry out after a sec." I said nonchalantly but my voice is still hoarse. And continue wiping it but it's not stopping at all. It's dripping continually. Now my sleeves have many red stains on them. "NO. You're not fine! Damn It! Rhyme go call for the doctor right away! Hurry!" Brylle exclaimed angrily while Rhyme quickly did as he's told running away in some direction.

Emma followed and fixed the bed in a seating position as my arms went around his back, holding him up, trying to be as careful as possible. His eyes slowly glided open and his coughs increased. I took the napkin from my side and placed it in his palm, his hand went to his mouth and he coughed more. At the end of each cough, it had that whistling sound you get when the airways are closing up. They were coming thick and fast now as if he was struggling to get enough air. His breath came out short and in shallow bursts as his coughs began to cease. When he pulled the napkin away, I saw the few blood droplets over it and my chest squeezed tight, the doctor said this may happen in the beginning b

"Lake. Oh, my God!" The room was spinning and that’s when I saw it… something wet along his ribs. It was leaking from beneath his shirt, thick and glistening in a strange combination of deep crimson and blue, and pooling on the floor beneath him. It was sticky, like a mixture of blood and oil, and my breath caught. “No... no, no, no—” I fumbled with his shirt, lifting it quickly, and gasped. Three slits ran along the side of his ribcage, pulsing with a sickening red-blue liquid that appeared to be seeping out of the slits, and I scrambled back, hand flying to my mouth as bile rose in my throat.

He stood up and was about to go out too. As soon as he stood up, he glanced at his wrist and found something strange. Several strange blood streaks spread on his wrist. He frowned, raised his hand to take a close look and suddenly found that these blood streaks were extremely scarlet. Even though they were very thin, they still looked terrifying. 'What are these?' He carefully looked at them in confusion and surprise. 'Is it because I have taken take a bath in the hot spring? 'But it has never happened.'

Almost two hours later, a white haired doctor comes out of the room. “We're doing the best we can,” he says when I asked if Dexter is alright now. He didn't seem confident. Then he added, “There's no sign of infection, no rupture, no reason for the coughing, the blood, ma'am.” “What does this mean?” I ask, more alarmed than I was when I brought him in. “It means, whatever is making your son bring up blood anytime he coughs isn't—” “No, doctor—you can't be serious.”