Bloody Stool Spicy Food Novels & Stories

Kirill's concerned voice cut through the moment, "What happened?" I met his gaze and confessed, "I can't handle too much spice. It gives me headaches, cramping, and sometimes even makes me cry." His brow furrowed in worry, and he questioned, "Why is that?" I sighed, memories resurfacing, "As a child, I avoided spicy food for a while. Eventually, I realized that it made my taste buds more sensitive. I just can't handle it now." He nodded in understanding, concern etched on his face.

"Once my stomach is fully healed, let's eat tons of good food together!" "Okay." Speaking of good food, Stephanie grew excited. "I haven't had spicy food for ages! Both the doctor and nutritionist told me that I can't have any spice in my diet. I really want to have seafood boil, you know. "By the way, there was an amazing restaurant that served seafood boil near my university campus when I was still a university student. Oh, I miss the food there so much! Once my stomach is fine again, let's go grab a meal there!"

I rushed to the bedroom, buckled over the toilet and emptied the contents of my stomach. My hair was slicked to my forehead by the time I rinsed my mouth and leaned against the sink. I knew taking in too much spicy food was bad for me but I couldn't resist it after so long of not eating it. As I washed my face in the sink, a thought reared it's head in my mind. Spicy food had never made me sick. I swallowed, another possibility creeping into my head. I shook my head and washed my face vigorously. It had to be the spicy food.

It was rich, greasy, and way too strong. My stomach flipped so hard it felt like someone had pulled the table out from under me. "Th-thank you..." I said, grabbing my juice quickly and taking a long sip, trying to settle the nausea. I started picking at the casing, stalling. When I finally cut off a small piece, Sebastian reached over and took it off my plate. "I'll take that," he said casually. "You shouldn't eat anything spicy if you're still sick." "Right," I said, nodding. "Spice and colds don't mix."

Kim sat down next to Ethan and said, "Well, let's have dinner. Since you're all waiting for me, I'll move my spoon first!" With that, she put a piece of red oil beef in her mouth. As soon as she handed it to her lips, a crisp and spicy smell came into her nose and irritated her stomach. She remembered that the last time she ate spicy cold food, which led to threatened abortion, her back was sweating and she put the piece of beef into the bowl. "What's the matter?" Ethan look at her and put the peeled shrimp tail into her bowl. It was very natural. When Liam, who was wolfing down his food saw this scene, the bone in his mouth fell down.

I place the plate of noodles on the table and wait for him to taste it. He inhales deeply,“Ugly, this smells so good. I bet it’s very sweet." I give him a tight smile,“Yeah!” I said. He takes a spoon and puts it in his mouth, then he starts chewing. After chewing for some seconds, he spits it out and his face goes red. “Holy shit!!” He exclaims and starts looking for water. I laughed quietly. “Holy shit! Bloody hell!” He wipes his mouth and starts blowing out air. “What the duck is this you cooked? Why is it so god-damned spicy!!”

Carl refused, still clinging onto me. I sighed as I carried him in my arms, my fingers trailing his cheeks. “Alright then. Do you want us to prepare a meal together?” He nodded, smiling contiguously. “Alright. Let's go.” I said as I stepped out of the room. “Logan,” I heard Emily's voice when we got into the kitchen. I turned to face her, curious to hear her out . She held the pamphlet to me and said, “The doctor said he should avoid eating spicy meals, high fibre meals and juices because of his condition.”

She asked, 'You expect me to forgive you? He looked up at her with the hope of rays in his eyes and nodded his head. She picked up a chilli sauce that sat on the table. She spilled the entire bottle of chilli sauce over the food. She remarked, 'If you finish this spicy meal, I'll forgive you! She knew he couldn't stand the spices and he wasn't going to touch the food at all. He let go of her hand and she smirked, but his next act baffled her. He dug the chopstick into the food and started eating it. He began to cough due to the spices, but did not stop eating. He was constantly swallowing spicy food with no breath.

When he asked her what was wrong, Scarlett simply pointed at the dish of diced chicken laced with green peppers and said, “It’s so spicy that it makes me cry!” Victory heard Scarlett and laughed, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Scarlett! It’s just that we all really like spicy food… Do you not eat a lot of spicy food, then?” Scarlett replied with a smile on her face, “No, it’s not that. I do like spicy food, but I’m just too weak at the moment.”

Dr. Hickman's expression turned serious. "Young man, that's not nourishing your stomach at all. Ingredients like ginger and pepper are spicy and warming, so they can be irritating. "An occasional pinch is fine for most people, but long-term, heavy intake can damage the stomach's lining. In your case—" He shook his head and wrote out a test order. "Let's start with a gastroscopy." Lying on the examination table, I felt the anesthetic enter my vein. And in that instant, my awareness faded away.