Pas Bab Keluar Darah Novels & Stories

The doctor came out, and it did not help that his apron was covered in blood, and his face was pale. " The operation is still in process, but we managed to stop the bleeding, " he informed us in a tired tone, " We still need to take care of other internal damages." I heard Millie gasp. How badly did Gabi get hurt? I looked at my wife, who was frozen in shock. I could tell she was thinking about the same thing I was. " Is she going to be okay?" Gabrielle's mother asked in a shaky voice. Her father was quiet for all this time.

Raising my head up, I shifted my gaze down my lower part , and I saw blood streaming down my lap, and I couldn't believe what’s happening. “My baby!!!!” I screamed in pain, and then that became the last thing I remembered.

My whole body is tense, and the blood drains from my face. -"She...she was fine," he starts. Her? My mother? Shit! -"Carla started bleeding, and we thought it was something common. She was going to the hospital the next day, but..." Bob is unable to finish. He's terrified, and I find myself imitating his heavy breathing. -"Shit! What happened?" I ask. -"the bleeding got more intense. She was bleeding from the mouth, and I called 911" why is he beating around the bush? I want to know what the hell happened to my mother! Bob is leading me on!

Diana commented, raising her hand which was covered in black liquid. "Black...? Vampire...?" she said as she saw this man's injured arm which continued to emit a jet black liquid. “I think it's blood, and I think it's the color of blood that vampires have. There's no mistaking this... This is Raltz's territory, a part of the vampire world. But—” Diana paused her thoughts for a moment. “—I just found out vampires have blood too. I don't think they have it," thought Diana as she tore off her coat to make it into a bandage.

I rush to him. “Doctor, how’s he? Is he okay now?” My words tumble out frantically, betraying my unease. He wipes his sweat-filled brow, his movements heavy with exhaustion. “Sorry, miss. There’s bad news. He needs blood urgently, and we’ve run out of AB negative in our blood bank.” I stiffen. The words hit me like a punch to the chest. I really didn’t want this old man to die. Lincoln, sensing my discomfort, speaks up.

“You walked away, told him he meant nothing to you, and now he’s barely hanging on!” My stomach twisted. I stared at him, not sure if I had heard right. Abel’s jaw clenched so tightly I could hear the sound of his teeth grinding. He looked away for a moment, like the words were too painful to speak. “After he left here yesterday, he collapsed. Vomiting blood. Struggling to breathe. They rushed him to the medical wing. They said it was a gastric hemorrhage.” “What?”

Looking for the tell-tale red bleed of the Feral Rot. He expected to see a dying beast. Expected to see the madness foaming behind my pupils. "I was dying," I admitted. "The silver... it was deep. It burned." Barzil released me, stepping back with a scowl. "And yet, you stand here. You speak. Your color returns." He crossed his arms over his chest armor. Ceramics clicked against plasteel. "Explain." I looked down at my stomach. The blood—my blood—was still drying on my skin. Sticky. Gold. Cooling rapidly in the toxic wind. But beneath it...

Dad held Mom down as she tried to rush forward and grab me. "The hospital said Abigail is a bit anemic and needs a boost. Bailey has the same blood type, and a kid's blood is clean. It's just a quick draw. She'll be fine." The needle pierced deep into my arm. It hurt so badly, and my eyelids grew heavier and heavier. "Bailey!" Mom struggled with everything she had, but Dad shoved her so hard that she crashed to the floor, cutting her forehead wide open. "How can you be so vicious?! Forcing a six-year-old to give blood? She's burning up with a fever! You're going to kill her!"

To make matters worse the blood came from my legs as everyone watched. “My God , the baby… “, I screamed as l watched the blood run down my legs . “ Am not going to stay with a woman who is infertile , take her to that ruthless Alpha, he wants more slaves”, That was all l heard before my vision turned black.

I made my way back to the bathroom and pulled down my cotton nightie and began urinating, but it was so painful that I yelled in pain. When I got up, my pulse raced, and I backed away in quick, jerky steps at the sight of my urine. It was real blood and it was a lot. "Mum!" I yelled, letting out a primal scream as terror took over my body. I was bleeding, and droplets of blood trickled down my lap to the floor. My mum rushed inside, alarmed. "What is it, honey?" "I… I ….I don't know… I'm bleeding," I babbled.