Ghost Gallbladder Attack Novels & Stories

The doctor was only a few seconds into rolling the stick over my abdomen when he yelled, " Gotcha! Just like I suspected. You have some stones inside your gall bladder. Small ones but quite a lot. That's why you were having these repeated stomach aches. My intuitions are never wrong. " His declaration was making me feel like I had won an award and not just been diagnosed with a clinical condition that definitely required surgery. I looked at my manager and her looked grim. So I went back to resting my head back on the bed and staring at the screen.

“I’ll take that under advisement when I make my decision. Kindly explain what ‘condition’ it is that you think stressful circumstances is aggravating.” “I believe your wife may have an inflamed gallbladder, possibly cholecystitis,” the doctor replied quietly. “That would explain some of the symptoms you mentioned occurring in both situations. The pain in her abdomen. Nausea. Fever.” “And this inflamed gallbladder is a recurring condition, Dr. Chapman?” “It can be,” the doctor explained. “It can also be exacerbated in women when they’re pregnant.” Stopping short, Andrew stared at the doctor wide-eyed. “She’s pregnant?”

Parasitic energy cysts that devoured the host from the inside out. "It feels like..." He hesitated. He rubbed his chest, trying to massage away the ache in his own sternum. "It feels like a second reactor coming online." Neoma placed her hand on her abdomen. "It flutters." Guller stood up. His knees popped. He walked to her, his movements stiff, fighting the urge to run. If this was what he thought it was—Void poisoning—he would have to cut it out. He would have to hurt her.

I fell forward. The ground rushed up to meet me. And then— A sharp pain exploded through my stomach. A scream tore out of my throat before I could stop it. “Ah—!” My body curled instinctively around the pain. It was thick. Deep. Terrifying. My hands pressed desperately against my abdomen as tears blurred everything around me. The sky above the doorway spun slowly. My breathing turned shallow again. Weak. My fingers trembled against my stomach. Something felt wrong. Very wrong. My vision darkened at the edges.

Not fire. Something alive. Cold dread crawled slowly through my chest. Gabriel noticed my stare immediately. “Don’t look at it,” he said sharply. Too late. The moment my eyes fixed on the glowing crack— Pain slammed through my body. I gasped violently. The whispering returned all at once. Louder than ever. Not one voice. Thousands. Awaken. My knees buckled instantly. Gabriel caught me before I hit the ground. “Gina!” I couldn’t answer.

It's something. As darkness settled around her, Cathy's stomach churned violently. A sudden, sharp movement deep within made her gasp. ‘What the hell?’ "No," she groaned, clutching her abdomen. "Not now. I can't get sick now." The sensation intensified, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It was as if something inside her was trying to claw its way out. Panic rose in her throat as another spasm wracked her body. ‘Wrong. Something's very wrong.’

Maybe I should even consider that option. I walk into the room and slam the door. I grab the nearest wall to stop myself from falling. My breath is no longer reaching my lungs and my heart is racing so fast I can’t keep count. Bile rises up to my throat and the room starts turning right in front of my eyes. I am panting heavily, trying to catch my breath. I know what is happening. It’s a panic attack; Georgia had it once.

After twenty minutes, Blake answered her and told her the name of the hospital, she thanked him and ran to her car. "Blake! Just come quickly please, something is wrong with Mila. She's screaming out in pain," Julie spoke to Blake on the phone. Earlier that day, Mila fell to the ground, screaming in pain as she clutched her right side. She had never felt that pain before. She had been getting more pain lately, but she thought that it was her IBS; however, she was wrong. It was her appendix, it was close to exploding.

"Khas had to carry me here." Noorh released a heavy sigh. "The ghoul's breath can cause paralysis," he muttered. "If you were exposed to it long enough, your heart could stop beating. Thieves who dared to loot the catacombs had been found dead and unrecognizable in that hallway many times because of them." Kiran smirked. "Was that why you look all frazzled when you arrived?" she teased, partly hoping that her assumption was true. "You were worried about me?"

she says, before rushing out of the room. I lay there and sigh as I wait. I had never felt this sick in my life. Was I dying or something? Did I get cancer? Why did I feel so horrible all of a sudden? The more I think about it, the more anxious I get and the more my stomach turns. I slowly get up and make my way back to the bathroom. As I reach the toilet again, I empty my stomach contents again, which only contains lots of bright yellow acid. Once I've got it all out of my system, I start to dry heave, not having anything left in me to expel.