Tasting Blood After Coughing Novels & Stories

Disgusting. I get up and grab a napkin, and put it to my nose. I pull it away, crumbling the red substance into the napkin. Red? I look back down at the napkin, realizing that it’s blood and not snot. I start coughing, bringing the napkin back up to my mouth. I pull it back and find more blood on the napkin. My heart starts to pound as I realize blood is coming out of my mouth. I throw the napkin away and get a new one. Holding it to my mouth and nose.

I pressed my palms against the tile and dropped my head. The cough came out of nowhere. It tore through my chest, violent and unexpected, doubling me over. I braced myself against the wall as another followed—and another—until something wet and metallic flooded my mouth. I looked down at my palm and saw blood. Lots of it. "Bloody hell," I whispered. I stayed there until the coughing stopped. Until I could breathe again. Until I'd washed the last of it down the drain. Then I stepped out, dried off, put on some clothes, found my pills, and swallowed them without water.

Her throat began to burn. Octavia frowned and set the glass down with a shaky hand. “Maybe I drank that too fast…” she whispered to herself. The queasiness rapidly worsened. She staggered to the restroom but could only make it to hallway when she tarted coughing more forcefully. Her throat felt like it was on fire. Suddenly, she coughed hard and tasted something warm and metallic in her mouth. She looked down at her palm. Blood. She vomited a small amount of blood onto the polished floor

As soon as I sat down, a violent cough racked my body, warm liquid dripped from my nose onto my trembling fingers. Blood. Everything around me blurred.

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

Teddy asked me, my coughs not going away. “Get what?” I said through another cough, but this one had blood with it, splattering a little over my white dress. I froze then, the coughing coming with a burning now in my veins. I looked to the plates on the table in fright, there was no way they knew. How did they know? “I can smell that shit a mile a way, cray cray.” The blond glared at me, seeing where my gaze had landed. “No way in fucking hell would I let my brother eat triple distilled wolfsbane.”

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.

As I raced through the forest, my morning routine to run the entire perimeter of the territory, I felt a stab of pain in my chest. Coughing, I slowed my run and shifted, leaning against a tree for support. Covering my mouth for another cough, I felt something wet against my hand. I pulled it away and my eyes widened. 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.

After leaving, Shawn covered his mouth and let out a cough gently. Only when he reached the restroom and closed the door did he dare to let loose. He could not stop. Shawn turned on the tap, letting the sound of water mask the sound of his coughs. He covered his mouth with one hand, and the other was propped on the sink, as he supported his body weight. After a while, Shawn stared at his hand. There was a red smear on his palm. Shawn's brow furrowed deeply. How could there be blood? Was he coughing up blood? Immediately, alarm bells rang in Shawn's mind!