Dry Heave Blood Novels & Stories

That light was too pure and bright, revealing me for who I was. The filth churning inside me was something detestable and loathsome. It was so overwhelming that I did not dare to touch it. After it happened a few times, Ethan developed stomach problems. When I was not paying attention, he would endure the pain silently with his brows tightly furrowed. He was too afraid to let me find out and never told me. It was not until one morning, after staying up all night to care for me, that he fainted from the pain at his office. That was when I realized just how severe his condition had become.

And promptly begin to throw up. I’ve never vomited blood before, but the sink is now stained with it. My belly is burning, as if a thousand knives are stabbing me on the inside. Clutching the edge of the sink, I try to stay upright as I empty the entire contents of my stomach. The blood is a dark color. In between throwing up and ignoring the pounding on the door, I stared dimly at the clots of blood. It’s not a dark red. It’s black. I’m vomiting black blood.

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.