Novel & Cerita Dog Throwing Up Specks Of Blood

He tilted his head back, downing the draught himself, then leaned over me and crushed his lips to mine. He tilted his head, forcing the warm liquid from his mouth to mine. But before I could swallow, a violent spasm wracked my body and I began to vomit. Clots of black blood, mixed with shimmering, silver particles, spewed from my mouth. The particles glittered eerily under the light, seeming to writhe as if they were alive. The color drained from Fenris's face. He was horrified. "What… What is this?" he stared at the silver flecks. "Where the hell is the healer? Get in here now!"

I search the crowd everywhere, then I spotted him seating on a chair with hands on his face. I sigh in relief and walk to him, but when he look up I gasp, he had blood running down his right nostril. "Fuck!" "Ugh... Zack everywhere is spinning." He groan. I looked around but no one was watching, I help him up into the restroom. He started puking blood, "holy shit!" I started panicking. "What did you drink?!" "I just took a sip of a cocktail then I felt sick." "Dammit!"

But I did miss Cassie's warmth. I opened my eyes in the morning and jumped off of my bed. I went into the bathroom and sat by the toilet. I threw up. I saw blood. There was blood on my vomit. It wasn't normal and I knew it. It had been happening for a few days. I decided to visit the doctor. I didn't eat anything. I felt like I would throw up again. I called one of my friends who was a doctor and fixed an appointment with him.

A slight frown creased his brow as he looked back. The scene before us plunged the noisy entrance into stunned silence, then erupted into panicked screams. Just moments ago, Adrian's face had been flushed with rage as he pointed and cursed at us. But now, he suddenly doubled over. He clamped his hands over his mouth, but a thick, black liquid seeped between his fingers. With a violent gag, he spewed a torrent of dark blood. Gasps and shrieks broke out. "Someone's dying, and he's vomiting blood!"

“You guys go ahead and eat. My friend’s wife might be in trouble. I need to go find my friend.” He shoved back his chair and strode off, ignoring Tessa when she tried to stop him. But halfway there, he suddenly stopped. He had spotted the blood on the floor. It was Dot’s. “Why is there blood here?” Tessa’s eyes flickered as she tried to brush it off, but Leo kept staring at her. In the end, she had no choice but to explain. “We were eating, and this stray dog came out of nowhere. It kept barking at me and scared me half to death. I lost my temper for a second, so...”

I had been locked up in the dog cage in the basement for seven days now. I curled up in the cage, reeking of urine. I was in so much pain that my whole body was convulsing. I felt something well up in my throat. Some retching later, a mouthful of dark red blood appeared on the dirty rug. This was already the third time I had vomited blood that day. The door to the basement opened. Dad was wearing an expensive tailor-made suit, and his leather shoes clacked on the concrete floor.

Ethan suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The bright red blood splattered on the cold, smooth floor in front of him, shocking to see against the pale tiles. Droplets scattered, spreading outward in a crimson pool. As if all his bones and strength had been drained away, he collapsed completely forward. His forehead pressed heavily against the ground, his body curling in on itself. Tears mixed with blood from the corner of his mouth, messily covering his face. Red and clear drops mingled together, dripping onto the floor.

Damien said as he scooped me up in his arms. "I already did, she's going to meet us out there." Jackson said. The motion from moving was making my stomach roll. It took everything in me to keep myself from throwing up again. When we got to the stairs I couldn't keep it in anymore. I spat blood all over the front of myself and Damien. "I'm so sorry." I slurred as I laid my head on his shoulder. "Don't apologize, we are going to get you looked at." He said as he continued to rush down the stairs.

I heard Doreen ask, I wanted to answer but I couldn't find my voice. My tummy and my throat tightened and were hot, it was worse than fire. I knelt on the floor, I could see Layla, Doreen, and Kenzal talking but I didn't know what they were talking about, I just saw their mouths moving but no words were coming out. I began scratching my throat with force, I felt myself about to throw up and I allowed myself to throw up. I was scared when I threw up blood and my eyes became heavy. I didn't know what to do as I slowly felt my body weaken and my eyelids became heavy.

The trail of blood in front of the kennel clearly showed this. I clenched my teeth angrily. This picture, it reminded me too much of things that I had to see with my own eyes. Louis, who no longer screamed and cried, was lying on our lawn, staring, in the midst of puffs and confetti. The little body full of blood, a gaping wound in the stomach, another in the throat.