Dog Throwing Up Specks Of Blood Novels & Stories

When I started throwing up, my vision had blurred so I couldn’t see what I had been throwing up. I wasn’t sure if it was his touch or not, but I no longer had the urge to throw up and my vision cleared. Looking at the floor, I noticed there was a puddle of blood. Looking up at Eric, he was also looking at the blood I had just thrown up. “I am sorry, I will clean it up.” I rushed out, trying to sit up, on the bed.

was Petra surmised and they began dragging me off the ground. "No, no! please stop it's killing me" I tried to free my hand as they carried me to the bed. When I was on the bed they wrapped the bedcover about me and began fanning me vigorously while I tossed on the bed seeing all the shades strife. Then it came at once. I jumped from the bed and ran, heading into the bathroom, and began throwing up. The fact that I was throwing up wasn't by the problem. The problem was that I was throwing blood. Full bowel of blood!

He began to feel nauseous and then spat out a mouthful of blood! Was he that pissed?

Clamping a hand over my mouth, I lurched to my feet, rushed past Ryder and into the washroom. “Shit”, Ryder was already on my back. “Take it slow,” I felt him place his hand over my back as my stomach emptied. I didn’t mind about him, I puked everything and by the time, I stood up straight, the room was spinning. Blood was dripping from my lips and onto the sink. My body froze when I saw that. What the hell was really happening?!. Instead of puking food, it was blood. My blood but it was dark red.

He peels his eyes open and pushes himself to a sitting position when he finally senses my presence. "Zylon" I breathe and tears fill his eyes. "I-I'm s-sorry" he croaks, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I know" I say and he squeezes his eyes shut and lowers his gaze, his greasy, untamed hair falling over his face. "I-I-" he suddenly vomits blood, his whole body trembling. Alarmed, I Instinctively start to head for the door to get some help. "W-wait..... it's poison" he coughs and I freeze.

I can't. Not now. Not when we had to leave at dawn. We have been moving this fight for long. There's no time to waste now. "Your highness!” Vok’svoice was sharper now, edged with concern. "What the hell is this?" We stared down at my vomit. The once orangey color had turned red. Blood? I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, forcing myself to sit up "I don’t know." And that scared me. I never got sick. Not like this. Not ever. What was wrong.

Off I go, I suppose. I find myself scurrying rather shamelessly to the toilet, hoping for the sake of my dignity that Damon can’t see me like this. Rather, hoping the sound of soft footfalls behind me is just the echo of my own. But I feel nails scrape my scalp as I wrap my hands around the toilet seat. That gentle tug of my hair as he pulls it from my face. And I pretend it’s mother, whispering soothing encouragement into my ear. Though I do have the thought that Damon is internally chastising me, feeling rather disappointed while he does. Sure, he’s seen some vomit in his time. I mean, he’s a doctor for god’s sake. But still, I find myself leaning over the bowl so he can’t see the colour o

It wasn’t even dark red, it’s almost black. “Shit, you okay?” Gideon held my back, slowly patting and rubbing it. Dark blood pooled on the grass, it was disgusting. “I’m fine.” I quickly wiped off the blood from my lips. The blood tasted ghastly in my mouth. The sickening stench of it filled my nostrils causing me to keep vomiting. Gross. “I’ll call Ambrose.” “No.” My voice came out firm and demanding. Gideon looked at me, confused. “You need help.” He says, worried.

“Andre?!” I know I’m long done pretending but the sight before now stuns the hell out of me. Andre is vomiting blood everywhere while on his inform. Andre had practically been through all sort of Ailment but vomiting blood? It’s horrifying. On impulse, I find myself rushing towards him. I grab his tiny shoulders and begin to rock his back while he continue to gag, spewing blood on the stair tiles. “Goodness! What the hell happened Andre?” After a while he finally stops gagging and what he does next appalls me.

I whispered under my breath, looking around and taking in as much of his room as I could. “I lov---e you, dad,” I coughed in the middle like something was stuck in my throat. “Oh!” I shook my head, surprised at how itchy it felt, “What the h---,” I haven’t even finished when I rushed into the bathroom after realizing I was going to throw up. Once in the bathroom, I did throw up. But it was blood that I puked out. My eyes grew double the size when I saw all the blood that I had thrown up. I stared at my image in the mirror, asking myself what was happening to me?