Dry Heave Blood Novels & Stories

Could it be that something had gone wrong with the company? She became more anxious as she thought about it. When she arrived at the hospital, Hardy had just finished his check-up and was sent to the ward with a sallow face and closed eyes. Seeing his haggard look, she burst into tears. "What did the doctor say?" "The doctor said that his stomach had a hemoptysis hemorrhage. He needs to have a good rest." "What is going on? My brother has never had stomach problems before. What is wrong?" "He did not have stomach problems before, but recently..." The nurse came in with the medicine and gave Hardy an injection, so the assistant stopped talking.

Now there was way too much of it, more than she had ever seen come out of anyone. The dark blood had soaked completely through the duvet that was underneath him, staining the expensive fabric and turning the green color almost completely black in some places. There was even a dark pool of the stuff that had gathered right under his head where it kept dripping out of his mouth every time he coughed or tried to speak. The smell of it was horrible too, like something had gone rotten inside his body.

He flew over a dozen meters and vomited a mouthful of blood! “Darryl!” Yvonne’s voice instantly turned hoarse as she quickly ran to Darryl and knelt in front of him teary-eyed. “Darryl, how are you…” “I’m fine…” Darryl gritted his teeth as he spat out another mouthful of blood!

Blood came spilling all over Ralyne's hands and to the floor. "What the-," I was cut off by another cough which was followed by him barfing blood all over. His body was rejecting blood. Ralyne's panic stricken face met mine. This was bad news.

He shook his head quickly, coming back to his senses. "N- no, of course not. If you can, can you possibly smell some blood we have in the lab? Her blood. Maybe you can find the difference and what is wrong...." He asked hesitantly, as though I would refuse. I stepped forward and he flinched back. Shit... I feel like a monster now....

My blood but it was dark red. “Brinley.... what is happening?. What’s that?”, Ryder stammered in shock as he watched me to. “I don’t know,” I choked out, holding my stomach and crashing down on the floor. “My throat hurts and it’s terrible.” I cried as let blood flow down from my mouth. “Wait.... shit!”, Ryder went for a face towel and dampened it before pressing it to my forehead. “Calm down. Deep breaths.” I was hearing his words but I couldn’t calm down. I kept on coughing onto the towel, turning it red instantly. Fear rushed over me as I saw more blood. Where is it coming from?

“ Logan!” She cried when she saw him vomiting blood once again, she hated him yes but she did not want to watch him die right in front of her. “ Why are you crying?” She heard him say as he pushed himself up from the tree against which he was leaning. When she heard his casual voice she could not help but think whether she was imagining him vomiting blood but when she looked at the small puddle of blood that was next to his feet, she knew that she did not imagine him coughing up blood. But instead of looking rouged up, the man was smiling at him with his lips dyed red, “ What do you think? Any suggestions as to why I am coughing up blood?”

Kevin's face paled as the blood drained away from his face. "Oh God. Fuck. Tara, if that's true..." "IF?! IF THAT'S TRUE?! No, no, no, no. It's THE only thing I can count on for sure right now." Kevin vomited up what smelled and looked like beef jerky and fruit punch sports drink. Or that could have been blood. He didn't stop puking until he was dry heaving, not even bringing up any bile. "What do I do?" "Run."

He let out a violent cough, and a spray of dark red blood hit the clean supermarket floor like a gruesome flower. "Oh my god! Someone call 911! He's vomiting blood!" A clerk's scream erupted through the store. 8:00 PM, at the Blackthorn estate, Fred was leaning against the second-floor railing in a flashy white suit, looking bored out of his mind. He looked up just as Cassian started climbing the marble stairs. "You were rushed to the ER with a stomach hemorrhage this morning, and you're showing up here tonight? Are you actually trying to die in public?" Fred's brow was furrowed, his tone unusually serious.

When the urge to vomit finally died and her insides became calm, Kyra sat back on the floor of the toilet as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She raised her hand up to look at it and saw blood. She kept staring at it like it was something foreign, but she did not look surprised at all; this was not the first time she was vomiting blood. It started two months ago with her just coughing up a small amount but with time, it became worse and now, she threw up lots of blood every now and then. She was dying, Kyra knew this for sure, but she was not panicking. She was very close to her goal, she was not going to let whatever it was that was wrong with her ruin everything. She would ho