My Dog Is Trembling And Throwing Up の小説・ストーリー

I couldn’t stop shaking. “Stop the car.” I cried. “Huh?” Nick was confused. “Stop the car,” I snapped. Nick pulled up on the side of the road. I jumped out of the car and doubled over and threw up on the grass verge. A ripple of emotions followed as my stomach churned again and another wave of vomit proceeded. Nick flew out of the car and ran over to me. He grabbed my hair up into one of his hands holding it out of the way while using his other hand to run small soothing circles on my lower back. The touch and motion grounded me enough to stop vomiting. I felt the calm coming back as the adrenaline was dissipating from my veins, I wiped my mouth and slowly stood.

Then I throw up. Not dramatic little heaves. Full-body, soul-ripping vomit. Ginger ale and the three bites of toast I managed this morning splatter the floor. My knees hit the tiles so hard the pain shoots up my thighs, but I don’t care. I’m shaking too hard to stand. The baby. Oh God, the baby. I curl over the toilet like I can protect it from what just happened. My phone is blowing up in my clutch (buzzing against my hip like a trapped wasp). I yank it out with wet fingers.

But I didn’t want to argue with her, so I nodded and remained seated. “We can go together.” I said after a while and she considered it for a few seconds before nodding. She moved her body forward, I was waiting for her to stand cause she was at the end of the bed, but then she paused. “Jade?” I patted her back gently when I saw she braced her hands on her knees. She didn’t reply as she started wheezing only second after. “Shit.” I cursed when I saw the signs. Before I could rush to the other side and help her up, she started throwing up. Her body shaking and trembling.

Judy shakes her head for a moment; I take that as a no. "I see, so here's what we're going to do next; I'm going to get a stool, urine, and blood sample for your cat Jupiter. Vomiting is an indication of infection, so we need to trace the root of the disease. So it might be a bacteria in her stomach or blood or urinary infection; we have to eliminate the pros and cons." "Is Jupiter going to be okay, Doctor?" Juliet displays concern towards her beloved Persian cat pet.

But then, my breath hitches in my throat as I notice that her pale complexion becomes even paler, almost white, her hand clamped over her mouth, tears glistening in her faltering eyes. Anastasia sways on her feet, her body radiating heat, her distress palpable. Before I can voice my concern, she doubles over, retching violently. "Anastasia!" I lean to her side, my mind racing with panic. Then I slide from the bed, kneel down beside her, my hands hovering uncertainly as I watch her heave, her body wracks with spasms. "What's wrong?" I ask. Anastasia can only shake her head weakly, her breaths ragged between bouts of vomiting.

"Throw it up, Violet!" Violet gagged, her stomach turning violently. The foul stench of the medicine churned her insides; before she could stop herself, she dropped to the ground and began vomiting uncontrollably. The world spun around her as she expelled everything, her body jerking with the force of it.

“He escaped. “Alexander replied. Astrid’s POV: I had thrown up again for the second time when Carolina walked in. She had called the pack doctor even though I asked her not to call her. Was it because I had no wolf? I thought to myself. “It’s fine. It can be anything else too. You don’t have to think it’s because you lost your wolf.” Carolina said, immediately reading my thoughts. “What’s happening with me?” I licked my dry lips, and my mouth tasted of bitter and sour saliva. The pack doctor was worried as she saw me with my eyes sunken due to continuous vomiting. She touched my wrists and face. Then, she applied little pressure on my stomach. “Are you feeling dizzy too?” She asked, still ch

I ran into her arms, I had to console her, her crying was making the animals around us nervous. I whispered to her, asking what happened, and why the dog was vomiting foam. It's very unusual because she has all her vaccinations, and the vet knows the dog's medical history. "Shhh... Don't worry, she'll get better. You'll see that what happened is because she's a very restless animal. Wait here, I'll go in and ask about the dog." I didn't even have to get up because the doctor came to us and told us that the dog is fine, that tap water and the bag she ate caused many deadly symptoms. That means she's alive by a miracle.

No buildup. I barely reach the bathroom before I'm vomiting. I'm gripping the sink as my body tries to purge something that shouldn't be there. When it finally stops, I'm shaking. Cold sweat clings to my skin. My reflection stares back at me in the mirror. Pale, drawn, wrong in a way I can't name. My wolf stirs, agitated. Restless in a way that feels different from her usual alertness. She's not scanning for danger. She's turning inward, like she's trying to make sense of something happening inside me.

That causes him to tremble more. ‘What the heck? Are you okay, Blackie?’ The tremor under me suddenly stopped and the air around us seemed heavy and suffocating somehow. I also instinctively stopped whatever my fingers were unconsciously doing with his fur, as my body felt suddenly cold, warning me of an imminent danger. ‘I’m not a dog.’ He “barked” angrily through mind-link. ‘Uupps, sorry, my bad.’ I covered my mouth with my hand as I realized my mistake. “That was thoughtless of me.’ I pat his head again to calm him down as I often do with Ronnie and George.