Ghost Gallbladder Attack Novels & Stories

Third fucking time. My heart is trying to punch a hole through my sternum. I press both hands to my chest, gasping, but the pain isn't just in my ribs. It’s lower. A sharp, stabbing cramp in my abdomen that feels like a ghost trying to claw its way back to life. I doubled over, squeezing my stomach. The phantom pain.

“Please! My grandmother is in pain!” They immediately took the old woman into the emergency room. Kimmy waited outside anxiously, pacing back and forth without stopping. After about thirty minutes, a doctor came out. “Miss Kimmy?” the doctor asked, looking at the file. “Yes, Doctor! How is my grandmother?” The doctor looked at her seriously. “Your grandmother is suffering from gallbladder inflammation — quite a severe case. There are gallstones that need to be removed through surgery. If not treated soon, it could cause a serious infection.”

I lock eyes with them, and for some reason, my stomach churns and guilt consumes me. I take a few slow deep breaths but quickly find it not helping as my discomfort grows. My heart clenches and a stabbing pain hits me right in the stomach then my heart. I drop to my knees, clutching my chest, digging at the fabric, tearing it from my body. A piercing scream escapes me as my headaches from Cerberus howl inside my head. I fall to my side and curl into a ball, taking tiny, short breaths as breathing becomes harder and harder. I look at my chest once more, but there is no visible wound.

Thalia's POV My stomach twisted violently as I stared at it—at him. I couldn’t breathe. My body refused to move, locked in place by a horror so deep it threatened to consume me. goddess, help me. Garrett chuckled, clearly reveling in my disgust. "What’s wrong?" he drawled, tilting his head mockingly. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost." I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into fists. Oh, it’s worse than a ghost. It’s a damn nightmare.

I whisper, though my voice is unsteady. The second wave comes faster, harder. My heart gallops. My skin burns and freezes at the same time. The air feels too thin. This isn’t flu. This isn’t nerves. Caleb was right. The bile climbs up my throat and I rush to the bathroom and vomit. I limp back out the Lila and sink down beside her. I want to deny it, but I can’t. I’m coming down off something. My vision darkens. For a split second, I’m not on the rug. I’m back in the mansion.

I was going to beat this disease, sever the broken bond, and reclaim my entire life. The sun dipped below the city skyline, casting long, gray shadows across the living room floor. I pushed my chair back, intending to turn on the overhead lights. The backlash hit me without a single second of warning. It was not a slow, creeping decline. It was a violent, terrifying spike that drove me straight to my knees. A blinding wave of nausea surged up my throat, choking off my air supply. Agonizing stomach cramps doubled me over, the pain so severe and instantaneous it felt like a serrated blade twisting through my intestines.

Petty bastard. The pain slammed into me again, and bile threatened to rise up my throat. Trembling, I stumbled out of bed, ignoring Clarissa when she asked me where I was going. I rushed into the bathroom, heaving the instant I was in front of the toilet bowl. But again, I hadn't been eating. Nothing came up at first. Just dry, retching heaves that rattled my ribs and clawed at my insides like glass. My stomach spasmed again, lurching up bile and acid, a sharp pain tearing through my abdomen like it was eating itself alive. My head throbbed, pounding in time with my heartbeat, and the dizziness made the room tilt and sway.

The agony radiated from my lower abdomen, reaching a point where even the slightest movement threatened to tear it apart. My body was drenched in sweat, every inch of my skin covered, and barely an hour had passed since Sebastian left. I was at a loss, unsure of what to do. Was it indigestion or something more? My instincts nagged at me, suggesting it could be something else entirely. I could sense something fluttering in my stomach, rapid movements within me. My body temperature skyrocketed. Breathing became a struggle, and I couldn't find my voice or utter a sound. I found myself trapped in a haze, where the only thing I comprehended was the excruciating pain, yet I couldn't determine the

She greeted cheerfully, "Hello!" "Calla, my mom is experiencing gastric pain. Could you please get her some antacids?" Peggy's voice came through from the other end. Hearing it was Peggy, Calla frowned. Just a moment ago, Jill was energetically criticizing Calla. How could she have a gastric attack so quickly? It seemed like they were finding other ways to mess with her. Calla thought for a moment and quickly responded, "At this hour, the pharmacies are already closed. How about I take you to the hospital instead?"

Must she tell them about this? "Emma stop it" Mira didn't find this funny and wasn't pleased Emma had said this, but Emma wasn't done. "Sir, the normal stomach pain lasted for a few days, but Mabel's own was just for a few minutes. Which means that it wasn't just a normal stomach pain, it was planned!" She turned her head sharply to look at Nelly. Everybody seemed to understand her point, I'm done for. "So?" Grey wanted to hear more from her.