Perut Bawah Terasa Keras Novels & Stories

Roman had been by my side, his presence a soothing balm to my weary soul. However, as the day wore on, a sharp, excruciating pain suddenly shot through my lower abdomen. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, a searing agony that left me gasping for breath. I clutched my belly, feeling a rush of warmth and wetness between my legs. Panic surged within me. "Roman!" I cried out, my voice laced with fear and pain. He was at my side in an instant, his eyes wide with alarm. "Emily, what's wrong?"

I had woken up that morning feeling irritated and hot but I ignored it and went to the pack house to see the children. Luckily the irritation had gone down when I was with the children or maybe I had just managed to subdue it but right now it was hitting me hard. I clutched my abdomen and rushed home. I was feeling dizzy and hot when I arrived at the house. My heart began to bump hard, I was scared that someone might have poisoned me again, I was feeling weak, only like my insides were on fire. I hurried to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of cold water. I finished it in one gulp, instant relief came and I relaxed, thinking the bout was over. After a few minutes, another wave of pain hit my l

Gilbert wordlessly bought a few sandwiches and two cups of orange juice. When the sandwiches and orange juice were handed over, Kisa was overjoyed and smiled at him, "Thank you." Gilbert avoided eye contact and replied in a monotone voice, "I'm just worried about my child going hungry." He then walked toward a small pharmacy not far away. Kisa pursed her lips and smiled, quickly following him. "Symptoms?" the pharmacist glanced at Kisa's belly and asked. Kisa thought for a moment and said, "Occasional sharp pain and tightness in my belly, and a bit of spotting the night before last."

I ask quietly. He doesn’t respond. And that’s all the answer I need. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, my back aching. The baby—or babies—move restlessly inside me, adding to the unease already coiling in my chest. I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong. Then, suddenly— Pain. Sharp and deep, shooting through my lower back like a knife. I suck in a breath, gripping the armrest. Tobias notices immediately. “What’s wrong?”

All of a sudden, I get a sharp pain below my stomach and I wince and let out a moan of pain. "Mmm!" I say, putting my hand where the pain is as I swallow my food. Vixen looks up at me and his eyes go wide as he puts his hand on my stomach, his eyebrows furrowed. "What's happening? Are you alright? What do I need to do, baby?" he asks me, his eyes concerned. "Nothing, I'm fine. It's just a contraction." I say, leaning back in my chair and rubbing my stomach. "You don't need anything?" he asks, worried.

"Well, there you have it. He will surely explain, just do as you're meant to, please." "Okay. Thanks, Mom." We talked for half an hour before I ended the call, by the time I dropped the call. Roberto and Landon were back and boy, none of them looked happy. I yelled in pain as I stood up, lately I've been feeling nauseous, dizzy, and slight pain around my lower abdomen. At first, it was just some light symptoms, but lately, it seemed to be getting worse. I tried to hide it and control it but I guess after the chat with Roberto, I may visit the doctor.

I no longer glued the patch to the wound, so everything was perfectly visible both from the front and from behind. “Tell me what worries you, what hurts,” he asked, listening to the lungs and heart. - Yesterday my body just hurt, - I answered, throwing on a shirt, - and at night ... - I hesitated and bit my lip. “I had a lot of pain in the lower abdomen and had brown discharge,” I admitted, feeling the taste of bitterness in my mouth. - Kira ... - Pasha began with sympathy, throwing a stethophonendoscope into the suitcase.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of them for a second and I found myself tapping my feet to the rhythm. “This night can’t get any better..” I thought to myself. Only a few seconds after that, I felt a twist in my lower belly, like a knot was tying itself. I winced, clutching my belly tightly. “What’s the matter?” Killian asked, rubbing my shoulders. “I don’t know, Killian, I just feel like there’s something wrong with me..” I groaned. The pain subsided a bit and I straightened my back, trying to adjust my dress but the gut wrenching pain returned, even worse this time.

It was around four in the morning when Daniella started to feel some cramps near her abdomen, groin, and back. She felt like she had severe dysmenorrhea and at the same time, it felt like she was constipated. She got up from her bed to call on Patty who was soundly sleeping in the extra bed that was in her room since Marcus was gone.

I let my guard down, just a little. Then, the discomfort started—an urge to pee. But walking to the back or upstairs felt like too much. I ignored it, unwilling to break the moment, but the discomfort turned into sharp, twisting pain in my lower abdomen. I stiffened, gripping the edge of the counter, as a chill swept through me. Something was wrong. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead. The pain sharpened, and I gasped. “Allison?” Clayton’s voice barely registered. “You okay?” I pushed back from the counter, standing without leaning. “Excuse me,” I muttered.