Dʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ Bʟᴏᴏᴅ

Don't Cry...

Pain. All my senses were filled with the sickening taste of blood, the sound of forced gagging, and the smell of a metallic odor in the air.

Yes, it's happening again.

Black blood came pouring out of my mouth like an unclogged dam. It spurted from my mouth as my coughs ravaged my throat, making it feel raw and scratchy. Clumps and clots of blood escaped my mouth. I gripped the rim of the sink tightly as I forced out more and more blood.

A cold sweat came over me like an unforeseen wave. I was sticky and hot and my uniform was unbearable.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear.

Blood splattered all over the mirror, the walls, and the sink. It dripped onto the floor as random splotches of blood would fly over the sink when I cough.

Every time I coughed, I could feel my lungs grow tired. Every time I coughed, my throat would give up more and more.

I collapsed over the sink, and I could feel arms grab me and hold me up. Was it Izuku? I tried to focus on his voice, but all I could hear was faint voices shouting.

I forced more strength from my body to hold up my head over the sink. The clots of blood sunk down and clogged the drain, making the sink unable to remove the blood.

My hair fell into the rising pool of blood, and the force of my cough made blood splatter everywhere. On my uniform, my face, everywhere. Every clean spot in the bathroom was touched and stained with the nasty black substance.

I was shaking and tears of pain escaped my eyes. It was salty.

Salty and metallic. Two flavors that shouldn't go together.

My vision cleared up and I looked at the mirror. My face was ghostly pale with tears running down. My eyes were red and puffy and I was covered in splatters of black. I was unstable and looked as if I was a corpse.

I looked down and saw the dark pool of blood.

An unexplained amount of saliva formed in my mouth and a sour taste took over my senses. From the bottom of my throat, I felt something coming up.

I weakly placed a hand over my mouth, trying to keep it in. Nausea came running at me and all of a sudden my body was dropped next to the toilet. My stomach dropped and my mouth was forced open by sour and savory liquid.

I lurched forward and my head was over the toilet bowl. The stench of vomit and blood entered my nose and caused me to convulse once more into the toilet.

The acidic odor, the metallic stench, the taste of savory salt.

Was I dying?

I'm sure I'm dying.

I can't feel anything anymore. I can't feel the soreness of the coughing

I can't feel the pain of the seemingly neverending vomiting.

I can't feel the pounding headache from the lack of oxygen.

I can't feel anything.

And then it all stopped.

I was conscious, but I didn't open my eyes. I couldn't. My eyelids were heavy, and I was physically and mentally fatigued.

Ever since I regained my consciousness, I always felt a hand constantly gripping mine. Sometimes it was a loose hold, or sometimes it was a tight grip, not wanting to let go. I've been conscious for about an hour now. I was still silently regaining my strength. Just enough to open my eyelids.