Ghost Gallbladder Attack Novels & Stories

I chuckled, “Let’s just see what we can find out. Okay?” I laid back on the bed and lowered the waistband of my sweatpants and raised my shirt. Doctor Kelvin smiles, “Okay, this gel is probably going to be cold. I didn’t get time to put it in the warmer.” I nodded and held my breath in anticipation. When the first of the gel hit my stomach, I let out the breath I was holding as I got used to the cold. He started moving the probe around my lower abdomen and he smiled, “There it is!” Then he moved the screen around to get a closer look. I asked, “What’s wrong?” He sighed, “You are not going to believe this.”

My muscles weren’t all that happy with the foreign material. As I stood, I pulled my left arm above my head and leaned to the side, stretching out the second area that caused horrible feelings. Sometimes, I had a ghost feeling like if I went too far, the scar would burst open, spilling my entrails all over the floor. Evisceration was one way to end it all, but not a very pleasant experience. Then again, the scar didn’t go far enough across my abdomen to reach the level of nasty I was envisioning. It traveled down my ribs, side, and then the twist around my hip.

It felt wrong to cut off the stream of ideas when they were pouring out so smoothly. Then, out of nowhere, a stabbing pain shot through my stomach. I lurched in my chair, clutching my lower abdomen as if something inside was being wrung tight. My breath grew ragged. Cold sweat trickled down my temple. It was so sudden, so sharp. Struggling to stand, I tried to make my way to the kitchen for water. Maybe it was just my gastritis flaring up, maybe just hunger rebelling because I had skipped dinner. But when I opened the cupboard, all I found was an empty glass and a dry water bottle.

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.

Vision swimming, head ringing, choking on pain and more than a little caught off guard Brandon held his stomach and looked up from beneath his tear stained lashes. And froze in disbelief and horror. Two olive skinned Ghouls stood before him, slowly stalking closer to him. Closing in for the kill. These Ghouls were reminiscent of the Ghouls that had attacked Ezekiel’s home and killed Billy the bee keeper....but Brandon instantly knew that these were not the same beasts.

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.

The doctor smiles at me "I am Dr. Malik. How do you feel?" I lean on the bed, smiling at Ashley and her husband. "Uhm, fine." I say, hoping my confusion shows. "What happened to her, Doctor? We were just told she collapsed screaming in pain." Daniel says, and I frown, how are they here, where is Zoe and Cyp? "She had an ulcer attack." He says "Excuse me?" I say, that's not possible. "When was the last time you ate?" He says, and I frown