Ketika Bab Keluar Darah Novels & Stories

It was as if they had suddenly found an exit. The area around the silver needles pulsed twice, and black blood flowed through. It looked horrifying. Dominic’s back was already full of needles, and now blood continuously flowed out along those needles. Only a few drops appeared initially, but all the silver needles gradually oozed blood. It was as if the virus had finally found an exit and were squeezing out wildly, jostling each other to be the first. The black blood flowed into the bathtub, mixing with the medicinal water inside and quickly permeating it.

“Sarah!” Lucas is by my side and I shaky my head, trying to breathe through the pain. “I’m fine,” I gasp, feeling as if something is stabbing me. “The baby is fine. It’s something else. I don’t know-“ I suddenly have the urge to throw up and I do. But what comes out of me isn’t vomit but dark blood. I feel instantly better, even as a part of me feels weak. I clutch on to Lucas’s forearms, my head dazed, “Water. Please.”

What the hell is wrong with me? I sit there in pain until it passes and I’m able to use the bathroom. I then prepare to wipe when I’m notice the blood stains on my pants and my clothing. I wipe quickly and look to find that I am bleeding excessively. I quickly try to jump in the shower and wash up when I hear the front door close. Francisco was one for bad timing.

Without another word, I turned and walked out of the room. No—ran out of the room. I couldn’t stand still. I couldn’t wait. Rebecca stood up the moment she saw me rushing toward her. She looked worried as if bracing for the worst news about Bailee. And honestly? It was bad news. Because if Bailee truly had an extremely rare blood type—and we couldn’t find a match in time—something terrible would happen. "Chris, what’s wrong?" I stopped right in front of her, staring into her eyes.

The doctor was confident. “Yes, I’m sure of it. It’s not necessarily true that heavy bleeding connotes serious wounds. At worst, her fall might accidentally trigger an older leg injury, and since it’s connected to some of her leg ligaments, it elicited a sudden jolt of pain that could, understandably, cause her to faint in agony. Either way, when the IV drip finishes, she will be ready to go home. Right now, she’s already awake.”

He brought his fingers to his lips to cover his mouth and that was when he felt liquid that was too thick to be his saliva. He shakily took his hand away and saw that it was stained with crimson liquid. He was coughing up blood. Zara stared at him with wide eyes. He also looked back up at her and as if on cue, another pang hit him hard. This time he doubled over in pain as he could not bear him. "Help! Somebody call the ambulance!" Zara screamed in shock. Kelvin started coughing again until suddenly, his body went limp. Zara's shock only increased as she tried her possible best not to let her panic get to her.

Nasty cut for a drain. “What is that purple stuff?” he questions warily. I look back up at him. “What, you’ve never seen blood before?” “Abella…that’s not normal,” he murmurs, looking at me with furrowed brows and frightened eyes. “You’re bleeding the wrong colour.”

A single, tiny bead of dark red blood welled up where the metal touched him. "One twitch," I whispered, leaning down until my breath stirred his hair. "One muscle movement, and I slide this four centimeters to the left. You’ll bleed out on your white carpet in less than forty seconds. Not even your expensive medical team can stitch a severed carotid that fast."

The Embertaur’s lower jaw was left hanging and bleeding profusely, the last of the cheek having torn to the lip. Everett groaned and knelt, putting pressure on his leg. Black and green venom bubbled, mixing with the deep red blood that spilled from the wound. With as much blood as there was, the bone may be exposed under the mess of odd venom and blood. Everett swayed, close to losing consciousness from the blood loss. He had a scratch down his exposed abdomen as well, the cloth of his flannel shirt shredded.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'