My Dog Is Trembling And Throwing Up 소설 & 이야기

I grabbed the sink and bent over and threw up into the bowl for the third time. "Di?" Dalia's voice was closer now. Right outside the bathroom door. "Are you okay in there?" Before I could answer‚ she pushed the door open and found me hunched over the sink with tears streaming down my face and my whole body trembling. "Diana! What's wrong with you?" "I don't know‚" I said‚ wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "I've been throwing up every morning for the past few days and I don't know what's wrong with me."

I’m throwing up again; I don’t know how many times I already did in just a single day. ‘What the hell is wrong with my body?!’ I asked myself, but it was more of a scold. My body answered back with a bile rising up to my throat. I found myself emptying my stomach for another few minutes. Tyler twisted my hair into a bun and gripped it tightly while I spew everything all out. It was a long five minutes throwing up, only stopping to catch my breath. My mate, husband, and bestfriend was standing next to me, helping me. Tending to me. My limbs suddenly felt weak as if it would crash any second now—

I immediately sharpened my senses, my Alpha instincts are suddenly high but I was shocked when Ken pushed me away and I saw how he ran to the bathroom and my eyes saw his sudden vomiting in the toilet bowl. I ran to him, I knelt by his side and rubbed his back because he was vomiting one after another. My eyes widened and my forehead suddenly wrinkled because his body began to tremble. What the hell is happening to him?! "Ken? What happened? Are you hurt somewhere?" I asked him in a panic but I was even more surprised and filled with questions because he started crying while vomiting! Fuck! I immediately mindlinked to Shiena, "Shiena! Come here! Ken needs help! He was vomiting right now! He

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.

"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.

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.

My pups' survival will depend on my ability. "I promise," I said, forcing confidence into my voice. He nodded and left without another word. I sat there for a long moment, my hands shaking. Then I finally found the strength to breathe. *** I stood and headed back inside. The kitchen smelled of roasted meat and fresh bread, but my stomach turned. Suddenly, I felt dizzy the world tilting and the floor shifted. I grabbed the nearest wall and asked for help to one of the free rooms. The moment I sat on the bed, my pups started their tantrums. This time, it wasn't the usual kicking. It was an active fight sharp, urgent, demanding.