Sputum With Blood Streaks Novels & Stories

"My stomach, it hurts..." Nakoa gasps, hopping onto her feet. "What's going on?" Warmth suddenly floods my throat, tasting metallic before I cough it onto the ground, unable to control it. Looking down in horror, I see blood staining the gravel, now dripping down my chin. When I look up at Clea and Nakoa, their eyes are wide and their mouths are hanging open, as horrified and disgusted by the image of me coughing blood onto my feet.

A harsh cough tore out of him, deep and violent, shaking his entire frame. Then blood spilled from his mouth. It splattered onto the sheets in thick, alarming streaks. “Mr. Mills!” Marcel shouted, rushing forward instantly. Nathan doubled over, his coughing worsening, each spasm more violent than the last. Blood stained his lips, trailing down his chin as his hands gripped the sheets desperately, his knuckles turning white. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, each inhale shallow and painful. “Nurse!” Marcel roared toward the door, his voice filled with urgency. “Somebody help! He’s coughing blood!”

I hear her wheezing as if she's struggling to breathe, to the point that she begins to choke on her own blood. I may not be a doctor, but I do know the basics of anatomy. I know that if a person is spitting up blood, it typically has to do with the lungs. I remember back to breaking her ribs. Did the bone shatter? Is that why she's fallen now? Because the broken bone dislodged or knicked something? Worried, I quickly approach her, picking her tiny body up and holding her in my arms. I jump out of the cage, careful not to jostle her around too much.

He even began to spit blood while in the air. His blood left a stain on his red clothes, which made it look extremely strange and dazzling!

SHATTERED GLASS 1 ~CHELSEA~ {Playlist Suggestions: "Stronger Than You Think" by Fireflight} I should have known Tuesday would be a disaster when I woke up to Chase coughing blood into his pillow. "It's fine," he wheezed when I found him in the bathroom, pale and shaking. "Just a bad night." But his temperature was 101, and his lips had that bluish tinge that meant his oxygen levels were dropping. I called Dr. Patel's emergency line and got instructions to monitor him closely but not panic yet.

"Are these stains blood?" The doctor, who had wisely brought his medicine kit, dug through his bag and pulled out a colorless liquid. With a small dropper, he dripped the liquid on the red smears. Nothing happened for a moment, and then bubbles formed on the stains. The doctor's face was grim, "It is blood, but I cannot say if it is human or not." After the doctor left the Council meeting room, Zan spoke his thoughts, "We do not know that it is the Empress's blood."

He nodded, trying to get her to believe that everything was going on in fine for him. "You fucking coughed out blood, how on earth can you say you are fine?!" She couldn't believe her ears. He must have thought she was such a fool. "Alright." Cole sighed and sunk further into his seat. He framed his head in her direction and sighed a second time. "I have hemoptysis."

Serena let out a quiet sigh of relief. As the doctor entered, he wasted no time and immediately placed the stethoscope on Xavier’s chest. After listening for a while, he spoke urgently. "Quick, draw his blood and send it to the lab for testing." Seeing the doctor’s serious expression, Serena’s heart dropped to her throat. "Doctor, is... is he going to be okay?" The doctor frowned, taking the necessary blood-drawing tools from the nurse. "The patient has a high fever, and there are clear crackles in his lungs. We strongly suspect acute pneumonia. We need to check his blood to measure his white blood cell count and determine the next steps for treatment."

Yet fear won out over doubt. Within minutes, a doctor arrived—the same physician who had been treating Leviana before. He examined her, ran a few basic checks, and finally straightened with a calm expression. “There are no immediate signs of internal bleeding,” he said gently. “Her vitals are stable. This could be stress-related or a minor irritation, nothing severe.” Adrian blinked, stunned. “How can you say that? She coughed blood in front of me!” The doctor sighed. “Sometimes small ruptures in the throat can look dramatic but aren’t life-threatening. I assure you, I see no indication of anything serious. But if you want, we can schedule more tests.”

He got up pushing my shoulders up and down once before I groaned in pain as he started kicking my belly too many times to count that I spat blood wheezing in pain, but he never stopped. “Please,” was a voice I heard in my head, I doubt he heard me. I couldn’t see anything my eye was swollen and glassy from crying out. I started coughing blood feeling a sharp pain in my stomach I had never felt before everything else went dark.