My Dog Is Trembling And Throwing Up Novels & Stories

I ran quickly to the bathroom, not wasting any opportunity as soon as I entered. I immediately threw up the food I had wanted to throw up earlier. Frequent vomiting and dizziness were some of the changes that happened in the past few days. I always feel nauseous and dizzy, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because of my lack of sleep. But if it's because of lack of sleep, I should only feel dizzy. So why am I throwing up? Specifically, throwing up saliva. Saliva because I have nothing else to throw up since I rarely eat since that tragedy.

"Sam! What is wrong?! Why haven't you told me you were sick?!" She heard me getting closer, so she threw her arms behind her with her palms facing me in an attempt to stop me. She couldn't speak, so she furiously shook her head, no. I ignored her, nothing was going to stop me from helping my mate! I knelt beside her and pulled her hair out of her face to see that I could see her properly. My panic subsided a little, but I was still worried. Her face was flushed and clammy and her body trembled violently as she vomited stomach acid. I froze when I saw that there was blood in the stomach acid. "You are going to the hospital, no arguments!" Doc, my mate is vomiting up blood and stomach acid! Br

he said while laughing as his tail wags like an excited dog who just got reunited with his owner. My heart was beating too fast when I realized he was still holding my hand. I suddenly had an urge to throw up as my head turned numb. "Hey, why did you turn pale?" he worriedly asked when he saw my face turn white. I threw up in front of him while trying to pull my hand. He let go of his grip and suddenly became nervous. "Oh, sorry, I... didn't mean to hold your hand arbitrarily," he stuttered as he ran outside to call for help. "I'll ask a female to help you clean up."

After throwing up, she stood up and wanted to return to her chores, but then she felt nauseous again and threw up for the second time. Jasmine placed her hand on her forehead; she was already burning up. Lately, she's been feeling sick, randomly throwing up, getting easily irritated and also having headaches once in a while. She couldn't tell what was wrong with her because she hasn't had the chance to go visit the pack doctor, but now that she really wants to find out what's happening to her, she puts it at the back of her mind to go visit the pack doctor when she is done with her chores. ****

I bite my lip at the thought. I hear a sniffle and immediately think that the noise was just in my head. But when I look back down at Daisy, she’s trembling. Her hands visibly shake more and her legs look like they're going to give up on her. Her breaths suddenly sound unsteady as they get louder and louder Not knowing what to do, or what’s even going on, I wrap my arms around her body and hold her tightly in case she falls.

“Jacob!” By the time I got there, he was on his knees, hurling into the toilet, groaning between each violent wave. I winced at the sound, deep, guttural retching. Gods, he was really throwing up everything he drank and ate today. I knelt beside him, rubbing his back. “It’s okay. Let it out,” I whispered, trying to soothe him, even as my stomach twisted at the sound of him vomiting again. His body shook with each wave, his forehead sweaty, lips pale.

I didn't care. I barely made it to the bathroom behind the dispensing room. I collapsed over the sink, my body heaving, tears streaming down my face from the force of it. My stomach emptied itself of the tea I had forced down an hour ago. This was the third time today, the third time today I was throwing up. I rinsed my mouth and splashed cold water on my face, then I stared at my reflection. I was pale and hollow eyed. Whatever curse was on my pup was affecting me slowly and if I am not able to get it treated immediately it would also affect his sister.

Did that really just happen? I stumble backwards unsteadily; my stomach twisting into knots as I hold down the rising bile crawling its way up my throat, burning my neck as I repress the urge to vomit and purge all the bad energy I harbour inside. With my vision beginning to blur, I feel my weight go from beneath me as I become unbalanced, crashing down heavily while I clamber onto the earthy ground trying to find my bearings. My breathing grows erratic; my exhales wavering as I look down after noticing the dampened sensation covering my paws. My head pulls back in disgust, mortified at the harrowing sight of the crimson-soaked fur replacing the usual white-iced tones that shimmered througho

My heart throbs, my body trembles, and my hands shake. What the hell is going on here!? How could this be!?

She started tapping her thighs with her shaking fingers trying to calm herself down. She had been having them ever since she came into an uncomfortable physical close call with a senior doctor on her floor, hence initiating her one-way ticket to Arizona to get out of his reach. Her breath was shallow as she struggled to breathe, thinking about the recent fateful day she met the doctor. Her skin began to clam up and she felt nauseous in the sunlight. Out of nowhere, a dog came to her side as if sensing her anxiety attack. He started to whine and push himself against her. Her hands were locked up and her fingers could barely budge but she patted the dog rigidly. Where did this dog come from?