Waking Up With Bloody Nose And Headache Novels & Stories

Just as Snow was about to walk into the next room, a leg stretched out in front of her—and she tripped. She fell hard, hitting her nose in the process. Her nose was bleeding. *********** Snow raised her head slightly, clueless about the fact that her nose was bleeding—she couldn’t feel any pain. But it all dawned on her when she saw droplets of blood on the ground. She immediately covered her nose, trying to prevent more blood from escaping. She stood up slowly.

Like I had spent hours fighting without rest. My knees nearly buckled. I reached for the wall to steady myself. Something warm touched my lips. I frowned and lifted my fingers to wipe it away. When I looked at my hand, my breath caught. Blood. A thin line of blood was dripping from my nose. At the same time, a sharp pain stabbed through my skull so suddenly that I gasped. My whole body started to feel sore, deep down in my bones. Standing alone in that quiet hallway, one awful thought slipped into my mind.

Mattheo, he couldn't have done this to me. "Who... are you?" I asked, with difficulty. The commotion started again the second I finished my question. It came from the Doctors who suddenly made our hand grips slip. "Oh, no. Nick! She had another nosebleed!" "Damn it." Nosebleed... ah, apparently that's the cause. What made them so panicked was that I had a nosebleed. It seems to be true. My illness can no longer be ignored. Nosebleed, could it be that the bleeding in my brain couldn't be stopped enough by taking medicine alone?

His nose was bleeding too. A sharp pain shot through my head and I shut my eyes quickly, falling to my knees because my legs gave way and I couldn't keep standing. “Mia. Mia, what's wrong?” Everything was blurry and I was lying on the ground now. I could see both of them standing above me. Why did I smell vanilla? After that, I blacked out and woke up in my room. It was already dark out, I had a headache but it was nothing compared to that pain that I felt earlier.

I groan, waking up a little as I'm dropped onto a hard surface, hitting my head. Fuck, my head hurts, my jaw hurts, my neck hurts. Why does it smell like mold and mildew? What the fuck happened? I try to ask Tamisra what the fuck happened, but when I don't feel her, I'm immediately flooded with the events of today. Adrenaline shoots through me, my eyes fly open, and I sit up.

He turned to look at me fully then, his whole body shifting, the drill forgotten behind him. "What do you mean?" I opened my mouth to explain. I wanted to tell him about the lockdown, about Gideon, about the strange certainty that kept arriving in my chest like a knock on a door I had not opened yet. Then my nose started to bleed. It came fast, sharp, a sting behind my eyes and then warmth sliding over my lip before I even understood what was happening. I brought the back of my hand up fast, pressing hard against my nose, my heart suddenly pounding hard enough that I could feel it in my throat.

I remember thinking that whatever was coming next couldn't touch this. I woke up the next morning with blood on my pillowcase and my nose still bleeding.

I'd never had one before. Inside my room, I headed straight for the bathroom, grabbing tissues to stop the bleeding. In the mirror, my reflection looked pale, almost ghostly, dark circles pronounced under my eyes. The nosebleed stopped after a few minutes, but the headache intensified, pounding behind my eyes. I swallowed two pain relievers, hoping they would help, and collapsed onto my bed fully clothed. Sleep evaded me despite my exhaustion. My mind kept replaying the day's events—Ivan's focused attention, Avalon and Kaelen's cryptic conversation, the basketball fiasco that had shattered my one safe haven.

Zee woke up the following morning with a throbbing headache, a runny nose and an itchy throat. The whole of her body felt weak and tired out. Sitting up, she looked around her, subconsciously trying to recall why she had such severe headache. If she could remembered vividly, last she had such disorientating headache was that time, when she had taken her first alcohol. Could it be that she over drunk herself again?

William remembered waking up the next morning with a banging headache. When he had opened his eyes, he noticed he was in a different environment. It was nothing like he had known before and strangely, the smell that hit his nose made him feel like puking. He lifted his nose up as he tried to hold his breath.