Sputum With Blood Streaks Novels & Stories

"Was that why he was coughing out blood that way?" "Coughing out blood is a symptom of lung cancer". She blinks back tears. "Its signs of Stage 2". I tried to fight back my tears as she said that. "And?". "He's dying". She sniffed. "If he doesn't go in for either Chemotherapy surgery or radiation surgery, then you know whats gonna happen next". "If he doesn't do the surgery then it might go faster in the third stage and by then he can't be cured again".

It starts small, just a little tickle in my throat, but then I find the cough growing into a full bark, a hack. Victor puts a hand on my back, looking at me with concern, and I can barely catch my breath, clutching my napkin to my mouth as my chest finally settles down. When I finally suck in a breath and glance down at my napkin, I see that it’s speckled red with blood.

My vision blurred in and out, like I was caught in between two realms, one where I was conscious and the other where everything was numb, dark and silent. Fear and panic lodged itself at the base of my throat, and I coughed. It didn't stop at one though. One after the other, more coughs wracked through my body and with each one, I didn't miss the thick liquid dropping onto the ground in front of me. The moment the scent hit me in the nose, I realized what it was. Blood.

And promptly begin to throw up. I’ve never vomited blood before, but the sink is now stained with it. My belly is burning, as if a thousand knives are stabbing me on the inside. Clutching the edge of the sink, I try to stay upright as I empty the entire contents of my stomach. The blood is a dark color. In between throwing up and ignoring the pounding on the door, I stare dimly at the clots of blood. That’s not a dark red. It’s black. I’m vomiting black blood.

I said, holding back the cough that was pressing against my throat. He looked away, “Fine.” That was all he said before he walked away and slammed the door behind him. I sat up straight and coughed out blood. The taste of copper lingered on my tongue as I panted for air. Hot tears blurred my eyes as I stared at the splattered blood on my duvet. Another chuckle escaped my lips while tears fell down my eyes.

And promptly begin to throw up. I’ve never vomited blood before, but the sink is now stained with it. My belly is burning, as if a thousand knives are stabbing me on the inside. Clutching the edge of the sink, I try to stay upright as I empty the entire contents of my stomach. The blood is a dark color. In between throwing up and ignoring the pounding on the door, I stared dimly at the clots of blood. It’s not a dark red. It’s black. I’m vomiting black blood.

My blood but it was dark red. “Brinley.... what is happening?. What’s that?”, Ryder stammered in shock as he watched me to. “I don’t know,” I choked out, holding my stomach and crashing down on the floor. “My throat hurts and it’s terrible.” I cried as let blood flow down from my mouth. “Wait.... shit!”, Ryder went for a face towel and dampened it before pressing it to my forehead. “Calm down. Deep breaths.” I was hearing his words but I couldn’t calm down. I kept on coughing onto the towel, turning it red instantly. Fear rushed over me as I saw more blood. Where is it coming from?

I told her and was going to my room When I suddenly stop because my chest was suddenly aching and the I cough up blood. “Hey wai-" She look at me in a surprise face. “Why are you coughing up blood now? We need to go to doctor tomorrow. She need to know what disease you have. I don’t w to caught that diseases from you “ She say and then go back to her room

coughed up blood! "No–Miss!"

Patchy blood stains, appearing unevenly, stretched from the pillow to the bed sheet. Located between the two beds on the right there was an iron door, which seemed to be the only exit in the room. In the middle of the room lay a small table, on which glass jars were presented of all sizes. In each jar it contained a thick red liquid, uneven in size. There were spilled jars lying on the countertop, liquid dripping from the inside onto the table, dripping drop by drop onto the floor. Just looking at it, can guess that the liquid is blood.