Waking Up With Bloody Nose And Headache Novels & Stories

Chapter 61 Cass There’s the clanging of weapons and people walking about. It was a horrible night with people snoring. Two men in the other cells started arguing too, waking everyone up. And even if that wasn’t happening, I wasn’t going to be able to sleep with the splitting headache I still had and the damn smell of bodily fluids—blood, piss, and shit. The pain in my head has gone down, but the sides of my temples where the bolts dig into my skin are tender. At least it stopped bleeding, but now the top bridge of my nose itches, and it’s inside the mask.

I lose sight of my surroundings and everything turns dark. The pounding in my head wakes me up. My eyes flutter open and at first, all is blurry and I have to blink a few times, to see clearly. Moving my head, from side to side, I try get rid of the dizziness as best as I can without making the headache to worsen. I moan out in pain when a short of pain hits the back of my head. I gasp when I reach out my hand to touch the paining spot, only to discover blood. Why is the back of my head bleeding?

My whole world turned black. • • • A groan escaped my lips as I tried to wake up. I was hit with a foul smell. A smell that reminded me of a public restroom, rotten food, and blood. Next, I felt hair sticking onto my neck and a headache coming up. I put my hand in my neck and felt with my fingertips what it could be. I retracted my hand and I saw blood. Slowly the memories from hours ago flooded in my mind. The blood was probably caused by that hit against my head.

The next day came in a flash, I woke up with slight headache. It must be from crying till I blacked out. I walked into my bathroom and looked at my reflection. I looked horrible, my cheeks were puffy, my nose was pink and my eyes were dull and swollen. I felt disgusted by my self, they were right , I am ugly.

Evil people in our life already behind the bars now no one can harm us. "Aahh..." I winced when suddenly a sharp wave of pain hit my head and I stumbled on my leg. I feel something wet streamed out from my nose and I taste something metallic. I looked into the mirror and saw blood is oozing out from my nose. I Felt dizzy but I hold the counter to balance myself and took a deep breath to let go the feeling. When I feel batter, I took out some tissue papers, wet them in water and applied a pressure on my nose to stop the blood. When blood stop I washed my face again took out a painkiller for headache which my doctor recommended me and gulped it down with water.

And got a glass of water from the pitcher made with a bamboo trunk. "Just scatches," I answered. That one thing was where I didn't know what just happened. I could not tell him about it, he'd think I'm insane. I helped him prepare his breakfast, I set the fire and clean the pot he'd be using. After preparing everything he needed, I went back to my room and massage my neck. The metallic smell of blood filled my nose, making me feel sick. My nose went sensitive today. While my head was pounding mildly, I dived into my bed and went under my blanket. I felt weak today, I didn't know what was going on seriously.

I said to myself. Opening my eyes slowly, I see everything back to normal. Getting out carefully, I head to the mirror, holding my bloody nose. Grabbing some tissue, I clean myself. My entire body covered in scars. I stare at myself in the mirror. I was getting better as the days pass by. The purple bruises disappearing as they are treated. Farah has been doing a good job in healing me. The only problem where my headaches and my bleeding nose. I heard a soft knock. Washing my face, I yelled to wait a moment. Putting on a robe I walk and open the bedroom door, it was Raphael.

The impact of the punch made my head tilt the other way and my neck began to hurt me. I shuddered in pain and I began bleeding from my nose and mouth. My vision was blurry and my lips were quivering. My cheeks were swollen red and I started having a headache. "Luke is going to come and save me," I muttered in pain and tears began rolling down my cheeks.

My head banged with a wild migraine and my fist on my clothes tightened. He sighed deeply before taking my hands, my palms were cold and his was warm. It felt as if they were hot as a flame, making me wriggle my hands from his hold involuntarily. Seeing that he knows I'm awake, I turned to my side on the bed with my back facing him. I opened my eyes and stared at the wall. My eyes feel puffy and sore, like they're carrying weights. My face was swollen and my nose was stuffy, raw from constant blows. I used my sleeve to wipe my tears, my cheeks feeling warm and flushed.

My reflection stared back at me with silent accusation, and suddenly, nothing made sense. Snatching a washcloth, I begin scrubbing my face furiously. Despite how bad it looks, there are no bruises, no cuts, no swelling. “It’s probably just another nosebleed,” I mumble. They’ve been happening more and more often lately, especially after seeing him. Something always worsens after we cross paths—migraines, bleeding, something. I blink, leaning in closer to inspect the reflection. My stomach twists when I spot the whites of my eyes—no longer white, but clouded with a deep red hue. “What on earth?” I whisper, horrified.