Dreaming About Vomiting Blood 소설 & 이야기

My throat is raw. I stumble off the bed, straight to the bathroom. I don’t even reach the toilet. I vomit in the sink. Bitter, dry heaves. My fingers tremble against the porcelain as I spit and gasp for air. God. I grip the counter and stare into the mirror. What’s happening to me? Why did I dream that? Why did it feel so real? I brush my teeth, rinse my mouth, then grab my phone and leave the room. I need water. Just water. Just something to cool this fire in my chest.

If he so much as moved a little, his stomach would feel like there was magma rolling inside. “Let go of me, all of you! Get lost!” “Evan Carter, we are taking you to the hospital now.” He felt uncomfortable recoil in his stomach. He suddenly opened his mouth, “Ugh…” He vomited a few times in a row. The strong smell of alcohol was so pungent it gave people a headache. There were many dark red blood clots amid the large pool of vomit. When Coral saw this, he was so frightened that his skin tensed up. “Oh no! Mr. Carter is vomiting blood again.”

The back of my throat spasms, and suddenly, I'm vomiting on the floor. The door slams open, and Azren rushes in. He freezes at the sight of me. Then he hurries in, pulling my head up against his chest. My body is covered in cold sweat, the metallic smell of blood filling the air. Tears sting my eyes, my whole body shaking. "What's happening? What is this?" Azren's voice trembles as his large hands cup my face. "Don't know," I croak, turning my face to the side to vomit again. My vision blurs slightly, and when it clears, I see the blood on the floor.

Sara came over but pouted sadly when Prisma totally ignored her and went into the bathroom. " Goddess, what is wrong with me?" She heaved, sighing at the extreme weakness she was feeling in her. She had woken up thrice in the midnight and had vomited all over and the most scary part of it was that she'd totally being vomiting nothing but blood. She felt another urge to vomit again and she started to cry, knowing she was soon going to vomit all of the blood in her body. After vomiting again, this time, a really massive amount of blood, she almost fainted from dizziness but made it back inside the room. She almost screamed when she saw her reflection in the mirror, she had dried off over the n

Just then, her stomach began to churn, and she heard a grumble from deep within her guts. Suddenly, with a violent burp, she turned to her side and began vomiting uncontrollably. Her pupils then flared as her eyeballs popped out at the contents of her own vomit — liquified blood and what appeared to be like flesh. Using her trembling hand, she fished out the bizarre unidentifiable mass only to realize with a jolt of terror that it was indeed flesh. At the instant her hand came in contact with the flesh, Kimberly's mind became flooded with memories that occured hours ago. She remembered the man. It was his flesh that she had vomited.

"Defibrillator! Hurry! Clear!" "Move! Prep for emergency surgery!" "Eve, I was wrong! Eve, don’t do this… don’t scare me like this!" "Eve! Wake up, please! Eve…" "Don’t hold me back! Eve…!" So noisy. I just wanted to sleep. I tried to speak, but suddenly, a thick, metallic taste filled my mouth, and I coughed up a rush of blood. "She’s vomiting blood—!" Vomiting blood? I wasn’t dead yet?

The force of it was overwhelming, and my stomach ached as if it was being wrung dry, tears welling up in my eyes from the intensity of it all. As I finally finished heaving and caught my breath, a sense of temporary relief washed over me. But then, glancing into the toilet before flushing, I noticed something alarming. My stomach dropped at the sight; it wasn’t just normal vomit it was tinged with blood. A pang of fear shot through me, the image searing into my mind. My heart raced, and for a moment, panic was about to take over. Trying to calm down, I took a deep breath, telling myself that my throat was probably just irritated from the constant vomiting.

A violent heave wracked my body, and suddenly, I was vomiting. Not just vomit. Blood. Thick, dark red blood. It splattered into the sink, staining the white porcelain instantly. My entire body convulsed, and another wave of blood poured from my mouth, hot and sickening. My stomach clenched painfully, but there was nothing I could do. My insides felt like they were on fire, like something inside me was ripping apart. My breath came in short, ragged gasps. My hands shook as I gripped the sink harder, trying to keep myself upright. My head pounded. My vision blurred even more, dark spots dancing in front of my eyes.

I panicked when I saw that, but before I knew it, I was vomiting, and it was blood all over me. I vomited blood and although I wanted to stop, I could not. Blood poured out of my mouth and stained both my hands and dress. My stomach still killed me, and I cried in pain and the realization that I was dying. The ground surrounding me was stained with blood. My blood. I vomited more until I lost consciousness.

I gasped, voice breaking between sobs. Her vision blurred from tears and dizziness. She felt the room spin, and when she glanced down at the bathtub, her eyes widened. There was a streak of deep red mixed with what I had just vomited. For a moment, I thought it was just a trick of the light—but then I looked lower. My breath caught. It is blood. It wasn't running from my mouth–it was running down my thighs. “No… no, no, no…” I whispered, shaking my head frantically. “This can’t be… oh God, please no…”