Novel & Cerita Tasting Blood After Coughing

At the blood Yohan had coughed. It was oddly black… There was only a little red in it. … “Go back?” I whispered the words sadly, “Where?”

He croaks out in a raspy voice. I search my mind for a solution. “Did it taste the same when you drank it this morning?” Sweat glistens across his brow as he continues to heave. “I didn’t drink any this morning.” He coughs and sputters. “The last time I tasted blood was when I tasted yours.” My head snaps up at his words. “Did…did you puke my blood up too?” He shakes his head. “No. I only tasted a drop, but it was enough.”

I gasp looking at my clock. Fuckkkkk, what’s wrong with me ? Tomorrow is a very busy day! Ow, I feel a sharp pain in my head as I stand up a cough escapes my lips and before I know it more follow and I’m coughing blood.

Her expression went grim, her eyes darkened as she felt a metallic taste in her mouth as well as a thick liquid running down her nose. Her hand reaches to her nose to swipe the thick liquid, it was red, it was blood. Autumn’s throat hitched, it felt dry and raspy. She cleared her throat, emitting a loud, hacking hoarse that was congested with blood. Evette was in full panic mode, Lucas was waking up from his mother’s cough and Autumn was just choking on her own blood, either was she runs out the room, to the corridor just in time to meet a nurse. “The patient, the patient is coughing blood.” Evette cried as she followed the nurse back in to meet Autumn gasping for air amidst the coughs. Luca

It feels like liquid fire expanding in my lungs, a sharp, tearing pressure that cuts off my airway entirely. A harsh, hacking cough rips violently through my throat. I jerk backward, breaking his grip as I instinctively bring my right hand up to cover my mouth, my body trembling from the sudden, agonizing spasm. The taste of heavy iron and copper instantly coats my tongue, warm and thick. I pull my hand away from my lips, my chest heaving as I look down into my palm in the dim twilight of the hallway. Blood. Thick, dark, metallic-smelling blood is dripping from my fingers, pooling in the creases of my skin and smearing across my palm.

He slowly crouched down, his body beginning to tremble uncontrollably. Suddenly, a violent cough surged up his throat. He instinctively covered his mouth and doubled over, coughing hard. "Mr. Zephyr!" Nigel had been following a short distance behind. The moment he saw Christopher, he rushed over, his face filled with concern. "Are you alright?" Christopher waved him off, signaling that he didn't need help. The coughing gradually subsided. He slowly lowered his hand and opened his palm, revealing a shocking smear of bright red blood.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

I hated love because whenever I fell for someone, I fell hard, often loving them more than they loved me in return. I reached for the tray as if my life depended on it, grabbing the glass of water. The aroma of the pasta on the tray filled my senses, and I began devouring the food with my bare hands like a wild man. I took sips of water in between bites, using the remaining water to wash my hands and wiping them on my clothes. As I sat against the wall, the smell of wolfsbane suddenly filled the air. "Fuck!" I yelled in anger, realizing what had happened. I had been continuously coughing, my chest in piercing pain. I coughed up blood, tracing the scent to the glass cup that held the water.

I nodded quickly and smiled at him “Yes.” It was obviously a lie but i couldn’t risk my father, not even these things were happening. Time dragged on, minutes felt like hours and every second stretched on painfully. Until finally the doors opened and everyone stood up instantly. The doctor walked out his expression as neutral. Knox stepped forward immediately. “Well?” he demanded. The doctor hesitated slightly. Then said “The coughing off blood seems to be a case of poisoning and we’ve stabilizing her she’s more better now”

Briggs’s stomach, making him feel light-headed and nauseous, and he soon start coughing, which only got aggressive by the second. “Drink a glass of water if your saliva choked you, Damion!” Jason said, his voice filled with concern. “I-I-It’s... not... M-My spit...” Mr. Briggs forced between coughs. Gasping for air, he tried to calm himself down, his hand clutching his chest as his vision started to get blurred. But that didn't work, and when he clapped his hand over his mouth, he aggressively coughed into it, and blood spilled on his palm.