What Does A Random Nosebleed Mean Novels & Stories

"Why have you been getting nosebleeds so often lately?" After making sure the bleeding had stopped, I finally looked at him. "Vallen said I'm just exhausted." "He gave you medicine, didn't he? Then why are you still getting nosebleeds, even at a time like..." Dylan let the sentence trail off. He ran a hand through his messy hair and sighed. "Then you need to get some rest," he finished, sounding annoyed. As he stood up, I reached out and grabbed his arm with both hands, causing the towel around my shoulders to slip to the floor.

I didn't realize that it was me spewing comforting lies as I rushed to the bathroom, the dread in the pit of my stomach growing with each second as my blood dripped from my nose. * * * A/N : Joy's nose bleeding isn't random. For people suffering from leukaemia, it's difficult for their blood to clot and they occasionally have nose bleeds. It may or may not be severe.

The doctor pointed to one of the beds, but Ruby continued questioning. “Should I get a thorough examination? Should I…” “Calm down. There is no need to panic. If it’s just once in a while, nosebleeds aren’t dangerous. He might just be tired. However, it's important to take note if this occurs repeatedly. The doctor smiled reassuringly. “AJ had a fever three days ago, which went down after taking medicine. Could this be because of that?” Ruby asked, still panicking. “Could be. That’s why you shouldn’t panic. Just watch him and make sure he doesn’t bump his nose or anything.” The doctor excused himself—another patient had arrived.

As I pressed the tissue the man handed to my nose, my vision suddenly blurred and my head swirled, and I almost staggered off my stool. I have had nosebleeds before. Scratch that, I had lots of nosebleeds in the past, but this one is oddly different. It feels like an ominous warning. Once I’m well-rested, I should go to the hospital for a proper check-up. I haven’t had one in two years.

"Ten minutes ago. We were arguing. She was upset." A doctor appeared, an older man with silver hair and steady hands. Dr. Morrison. He'd treated my family for years. "Cade." He nodded at me, then turned his full attention to Scarlett. "Let's see what we have here." They worked quickly. Checked her blood pressure. Examined her nose with a light. Asked her to rate her pain, her dizziness, and whether she'd hit her head. "We're going to need to run some tests," Dr Morrison said. "Blood work, possibly imaging. The nosebleed could be caused by several factors: stress, dehydration, trauma, or something more serious."

Her face was slightly lowered to hide the blush on her cheeks. Understanding what the woman meant, the doctor nodded. “Actually, nosebleeds are common in concussion patients. But, if it could be avoided, wouldn't it be better? So, try to hold it in until the patient is fully recovered.” Seeing the suppressed smile on the doctor's face, Gabriella lowered her head to the maximum. Max was forced to hold back laugh seeing his wife's behavior. "Thank you, Doc. We'll take your suggestion," the man said, saving Gabriella from embarrassment.

I cry silently against my bedroom door for awhile and then make my way to my bathroom. I look in the mirror and take in my appearance. My long brown hair is disheveled and my blue eyes are red and swollen. I glance down and notice my nose is still dripping blood and starting to swell a little bit and my cheek is a dark shade of pink. I've treated myself plenty of times so this is nothing new. I was actually lucky this time it was just a nose bleed.

Whatever he said, I agreed. I just wanted him to like me more. I thought that if I gave him my whole heart, he would give me his in return. But I was wrong. When I finally woke up, I heard Jacob talking to the doctor. "What's wrong with her? Why is she getting nosebleeds?" Before the doctor could respond, I cut in, "I'm fine." I looked at the doctor, silently begging him not to say anything. The doctor caught on and said, "Ms. Barnes' condition isn't serious. The nosebleed was likely due to fever or fatigue."

He asked and placed a paper towel under my nose—that’s when I noticed that my nose is bleeding. Holy shit, that thing scared the heck out of me. What the hell was that? “Are you alright?” He worriedly asked and I nodded, slowly while holding the paper towel to my nose. “I’m okay. I just had a nightmare.” “You we’re awake!” “Well maybe I fell asleep in a sudden, I don’t know. This is probably because of the disease.” I said and pulled a few more paper towels, dabbing my nose with it until cleaned thoroughly. “We should go back to the hospital—“

She asked, looking at him as if he had eaten a baby. "No, I find YOU beating people hot," He corrected. 'Is a sadist or something?' She wondered, scowling deeper at him. The next moment she glanced at her, he saw the blood that hung in her nostrils. "Ughh fuck," She caused and immediately cleaned the blood off her nose. "Let's go to the hospital," He said, he was about to pull over to the nearest hospital when she suddenly stopped him. "There is no need to for that, I get nosebleeds often. It's genetic," She assured.