Pas Bab Keluar Darah Novels & Stories

Meira clutched her stomach as another searing pain made her scream again and then she felt something wet between her legs. “Babe?”. Raine called and he turned pale when he saw the blood. “No! No! God please no!”. He fell on his knees.

She rushed towards him. "Doctor, how's baba?" She questioned. "Well, his condition is pretty critical. We can't say anything right now, he has lost a lot of blood. Pray for him," the doctor responded and rushed back in. Miral panicked, while Sakshi broke down entirely. She started crying and wailing, thinking she might have lost her husband. "Mumma," Miral tried to calm Sakshi down, but there was no use to it. "Mumma!" Another familiar voice echoed in the corridor, making Miral look in that direction.

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!"

I'm also embarrassed with them because I feel like I'm becoming a burden. "They'll pay for it!" mother yelled angrily before fleeing the room to summon the babaylan who faithfully serves our family. Soon after, I had a strong want to vomit. I attempted to stop it, but I couldn't because a lot of blood gushed out of my mouth as I coughed. Uncle's eyes widened as he lifted his bloody palm, and it began to tremble as he was scared to look at it. Uncle, please! I don't want you to be worried in this way any longer. I noticed how his eyes changed color, indicating his tremendous wrath.

I said to pacify her. "Just look at her, how can I relax !!! She is lying in a hospital bed. She passed out because of a fever. You told me she has some issues and she can't take all the medicines. Her bleeding once started. It was continuously bleeding. It's already been more than two hours since she passed out but still, she is not regaining her senses." I exhale louder and continue,

It was impossible to knock them over. The Baileys bodyguards, meanwhile, still writhed on the floor, unable to get up as they suffered in pain. Waverly had a worried look on her face, though she inwardly scoffed. Given Grandma Bailey’s current situation, even if Charmine was the best doctor in the world, she would be in great trouble! As expected, the 19 needles vibrated. Grandma Bailey’s blood did not stop flowing, and instead, more blood oozed out.

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.”