You Bleed Just To Know You're Alive นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I bit down on a scream, sliding down the wall until I was sitting on the cold tile floor, clutching my bleeding hand to my chest. Tears blurred my vision, but I forced myself to stay awake. “Come on,” I whispered hoarsely. “Come on, Joe. You wanted a show. Here it is.” Blood pooled beneath me, and my hand throbbed in time with my heart, every beat a reminder that I was still alive. I pressed my bleeding hand harder against my chest, smearing blood across my clothes, and across my skin. I tilted my head back against the wall, letting my eyes flutter half-closed, just enough to look weak and broken.

I was startled when I saw Jazmine in a towel glaring at me. "You idiot!! What's the meaning of that?" "Meaning of what? I saw you bleeding and needed to call an ambulance..."I trailed off and glanced down at her body and asked"You're not bleeding anymore?" Why do I feel like I'm missing something here? She smacked her forehead"Seriously Aaron?" "What?" "You've never seen a lady bleed before?" I frown"No, am I supposed to see all ladies bleed? Isn't it an emergency? Come on, I'll take you to the hospital"

Did you think he had no idea that blood was meant for my sister? "He stared right at those warm bags of blood, took a picture, and posted it on social media with the caption, 'Guess my life is just worth more.' So tell me, why should either of you get to live?" With every word, the last traces of color drained from Blaire's face. The surrounding doctors and nurses gasped in absolute horror. "You're lying…" Blaire stammered, still trying to play dumb. I crouched in front of her and looked straight into her evasive eyes.

I lie on the floor, panting slightly in panic when I see the blood spreading on the floor alarmingly fast before dark spots fill my vision. I cut too deep.

The shouts, the gunshot, the searing pain-it all replayed in my mind like a cruel, endless loop. I shifted, the ropes around my wrists biting into my skin. Blood soaked the bandage at my side, a dark crimson stain spreading slowly across the fabric of my shirt. The makeshift dressing did little to stem the bleeding, and every movement sent a sharp jolt through my body. But I was alive. I clung to that thought, even as despair threatened to swallow me whole. I was still breathing, still here. And as long as I was alive, I had a chance. The door creaked open, and I stiffened, my pulse spiking.

But that did nothing to stop the bleeding. "I'm dying." I blinked, unsure of what I just heard. The blood was very distracting. "What?" "I am dying, Zara."

There’s no going back now. I head out of the shower, my towel wrapped loosely around my breasts. My hair is still soaking wet as I wipe off the fog from the bathroom mirror. I stare at my reflection but I don’t recognize who’s staring back. I blink once. Twice. To be sure it’s not a dream. It isn’t. My new reality is that I’ve taken a life, and I have to live with it for the rest of my life.It’s just for the meantime. I sniffle. It’ll pass eventually. ***

Shame rolled off him in waves, hot an⁠d pa‌lpable. “The medication‍,” I said clearly, my voice finding⁠ a‍ steady register for the benefit of the room. “It can thin⁠ the blood. This happens somet‍imes. It l Doesn't look that bad.” It was a necessary, blatant lie. We all kn⁠ew it. ⁠ The noseble⁠ed was not the illness, but a flag it had plant⁠ed, a visibl‌e decla‍ration o‌f its pre⁠sence in our midst.

I was practically lying in a pool of my own blood, my hair glued to my face, every bit of my usual sharpness stripped away. Only now did the others notice how much blood surrounded me. Panic flickered across a few faces. "This… this amount of blood isn't normal, right? We didn't hurt her that badly." "She really might have that coagulation disorder. If she doesn't stop bleeding like this… will she actually die?" "No way… right? I-I only stabbed her twice with the nail knife. How was I supposed to know she was really sick?"

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.