Food Poisoning Stories Novels & Stories

After few minutes I felt relaxed but I was still feeling weak. After an hour, when I felt better Aldrich helped me in sitting to talk with the doctor. He takes me to the female gynecologist only as he doesn't want any male to touch me. Don't know what he will do during the delivery. "It was food poisoning," she told us. "What! But she is eating only home-cooked food" Aldrich told the doctor. "She must have eaten something which is contaminated. Maybe stale food or something" she added. "What did you ate after lunch?" Aldrich asked me in a little high tone. I flinched and gulped in terror as I wasn't ready for his sudden outburst.

I add quickly. Lou shrugs. "If you say so. Or maybe I still have a few things to learn in the kitchen." But I shake my head. "First of all, if it is food poisoning, it usually doesn't set in this fast. Secondly, if there was something wrong with the chowder, we'd all be hugging the toilet right now. Not just her." "What do you think it is, then?" It's my turn to shrug. "Probably something she ate earlier. Or yesterday. Hell, I've heard that some cases don't hit until a couple of days later."

“No, but we received a report from a woman, saying that her family became violently ill after a meal. They experienced severe vomiting and diarrhea, and their faces turned blue. “By the time they were brought to the hospital, an elderly woman, Helen Beck, was pronounced dead on arrival. Your husband, Josh Aster, and his sister, Dani Aster, are currently in the ICU in critical condition. According to the scene investigation, it’s mushroom poisoning.” Tears began streaming down my face. I yanked out the IV in a frenzy. I sobbed and screamed, “I want to see my husband!” The two officers and a nurse rushed to restrain me and hold me down on the bed. I continued to wail.

I splashed water on my face. I wiped off my face with the towel and paced out of the bathroom. Dii offered me lemon water instantly. I clutched the glass and the scene occurred a few months ago, reverberating in my mind. I don’t remember exactly when this happened. I stressed my mind, taking a sip of lemon water. “Yes,” I mumbled. “I threw out like today, on that day, the sabzi was Paneer Tikka,” My mind raced with mine. “But the doctor told us, it was food poisoning, then why now?” I was in my thoughts.

“I threw up twice already and have been shaky since then.” “Hm…” He typed my symptoms into his laptop, his brow furrowed. “Have you eaten anything bad, do you think?” “I assume it’s food poisoning, but I don’t recall eating anything suspicious. All of my food is prepared in a very clean environment by people who know what they’re doing, and I haven’t gone out to eat in a long time.”

I followed the ambulance in a panic and rushed Melvin and Sharon into the ER. In the vehicle, I frantically tried to explain the situation to the doctor. "Oysters! They ate oysters!" The doctor's expression turned grave, and he immediately began preparing for emergency treatment. However, once we got to the ER, Tyler pushed ahead of me and grabbed the doctor's white coat. "Doctor, they just ate some not-so-fresh seafood. I saw what they ate. It was just some shrimp and shellfish. It probably caused severe food poisoning and an allergic reaction!"

I almost fainted when he finished narrating everything. My body just froze. "What? So yummy right?" I feel like throwing up. I felt like I wanted to throw it all up so my divine stomach can't process it. But I stopped. I don't want to satisfy him. Instead, I just drank some more water to wash down all of it, hoping it would just go out. "Was it...clean? And...safe?" I asked. "I think." He said. "There were some reported cases about some contaminated food, some getting sent to a hospital and getting typhoid fever, some don't even feel something, not even knowing the cause after days, and just..." He trailed off dramatically for effect, "dies."

I asked but someone called for my attention. The person was having the same symptoms as Angelina and I injected another epi pen too. Soon, more ambulances arrived and I hated the person who bought this tuna. It was indeed deliberate and I wanted to get to the roots of it. Poisoning with food was utterly despicable. The press was pouring in too. I could tell this was the end. I was supposed to know what was going on in my kitchen. But I didn’t. My bread and butter could end here.

Deep down I was worried that Katherine might also have food poisoning, and I think that was why she also asked if he could have gotten poisoned from the chocolate or cereal. "Because Chinese takeout, especially their rice, when not steamed properly can harbor bacteria. These bacteria cause toxins that affect the stomach. May I ask if there was any seafood in the food you ate?" Katherine gasped softly and leaned her back on the chair, her hands covering her face. "I'm guessing there was seafood...?" He asked again. Katherine nodded. "Yes. In both of our food but...oh my goodness, I'm such an idiot!" She cried softly.

He finally comes out and looks like he's been run over by a Mack truck. "What's wrong?" I ask concerned, but I already knew. I was grateful I skipped dinner. "Food poisoning..." he moans. "I knew that meat tasted funny. But they swore it was perfectly fine." "Oh, shit. Are all of you sick?" I ask looking to the dividing door again. "Not just me and Johnathan. Mom had cheese enchiladas." He flops across the foot of my bed. "Well, that's good at least. Do you want to stay in here so you don't have to keep banging on my door?" I ask as I go to sit on the second bed that is still made up.