Dog Throwing Up Specks Of Blood 소설 & 이야기

The next morning when she opened her door, she saw blood staining the front of her house. The gutted pieces of animals were scattered in the front to make the sight worse. The pungent smell of blood and the ghastly view made her feel nauseated. Bile rose up her throat and she rushed to the side to throw up. With a gasp, she disgorged the content of her stomach.

She was standing upright, but her eyes became blurry. She took a few deep breaths and steadied herself. Heather tried to adjust her breathing method to calm herself, but in the process, she felt worse, making her cough and spit a mouthful of blood. Her blood was a dark red, looking like it contained a tinge of black. “Ms. Riggs!” Chump came rushing in as he had just returned from getting the others to prepare the car. He wanted to check with Heather on when they should leave but walked in on her spitting blood.

One of the smaller dogs had watery eyes and sluggish limbs, and I spotted a greenish patch of vomit near its bed. “Damn. What did you eat?” I muttered, lifting the mutt gently and separating it from the others. My nose wrinkled as I picked up a rag to clean its mess. The waste was runny and sour, like the dog had licked something rotten or gotten into bacteria from the yard. I kept mumbling, mostly to keep myself from retching, and when I finally looked up— Lucas was standing there. My body jerked upright. I wiped my palms down my pants, eyes locked on him, trying to work out why he was here and what he had already seen.

I looked around for some kind of cover whilst I tried to figure out what kind of shape the dog would be in. I really hope it’s not gone feral I would love to have a companion. It will probably be rabid and it will rip your throat out when you least expect it. I whimpered and scampered towards a tree trunk only to trip on a rock. My head smashed against the ground harshly, my ears were filled with ringing as my head throbbed. I pushed myself into a sitting position and tried to ignore the black dots gathering in my sight, a warm trickle down my left temple caught my attention as the fuzzy surroundings seemed to blend together in a mix of colour and darkness. My hand reached up to swipe at my

There’s blood in the sink again, bright red against porcelain white. Jessica appears behind me in a blur, eyes wide, voice trembling. “Oh my God… Camilla—Cam!” She grabs a towel, presses it gently against my mouth, her other hand steadying my back. “I’m fine,” I manage to croak out, though we both know it’s a lie. “No, you’re not,” she snaps. “You’re vomiting blood again!” “I’ve had worse.” “Don’t do that,” she pleads. “Don’t pretend this is normal this time in front of me.”

he bowed his head while raising it slowly. I was pissed off. I mean, someone was going to die soon if he wasn't treated, and you were there paying tribute to a man who couldn't react to whatever you did. After I stood there watching what the pack doctor did, he finally stopped and stared at me. “He has a reaction to strawberries,” the pack doctor said. “Is that why he was spitting out blood?” I asked with curiosity while the doctor shook his head. “It's something else, but I don't think it's related medically,” he calmly replied while adjusting his glasses and started to pack his bags.

I walk to the bathroom to wash off the blood oozing from my nose before I look for something to wipe the floor with. The guy has strong bones, for sure. Coming out of the bathroom, my nose is still bleeding a little. I find this dog staring at the bloody spots on the floor. He must be jumping inside with ecstasy, seeing me like this. His shapeless body must be throbbing in his pants, seeing me in pain.

"Please make it stop. Make her stop, she's going to kill me." But Gaston neither says a word nor moves any part of his body. "Gaston..." I breathe out. "Don't stand there and watch her kill your brother. You have to save him." No response, not even an eye contact. Dion starts vomiting again, his eyes red with tears and pain and his veins popping too hard. He is vomiting bloody-slimy-looking liquid that has tiny greenish particles in it. His eyes pool up with tears, and I scream when I see something bigger push its way out of his mouth.

After consuming a spoonfull of meal after another, Mayari suddenly started to cough hard like there is a stone stuck in her throat, that she fell from her chair and puke. "Ms. Mayari! Are yo-" Lissy's eyes suddenly widened in terror. Mayari not only vomited the undigested food on the floor but along with it is red claret blood.

Her hands were clutched around her stomach, and she was bent over in pain. Then something happened that made my blood run cold. Serena started throwing up, but what came out of her mouth wasn’t normal. It was blood. Dark, thick, black blood that looked nothing like human blood should look. She threw up so much of this black blood that I couldn’t believe it was all coming from inside her small body. It poured out of her mouth like a river of darkness, staining the ground around her knees. I wanted to help her, to hold her hair back or support her somehow, but I was afraid to touch her while she was in this state. The last time I had tried to help, her strength had pushed me away easily. I did