Poked Eye Blood Spot นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Callum said as he checked Trevor's vital signals. Alice lifted his palm and the sole of his feet to reveal a black spot. She turned towards Callum. “Aren’t these the same spots we saw on two other sick people?” Callum squinted his eyes at the places Alice referred to. He touched it with his hands. “What's that?” Maria asked curiously. Callum took a deep breath as he continued pressing on the spots. “I have a wild guess of what may be happening. The blight. It's returning.”

When Sophie rushed into the clinic, the area around her eyes showed that the Melano Liberator I had mixed in was working. “Doctor, what’s going on?” Sophie said it with a face that looked close to tears. “What happened?” Even as I asked, I mocked her inwardly. “The spots near my eyes, the ones you checked earlier. Haven’t they gotten darker?” When she asked, I offered Sophie a chair and motioned for her to sit. Then I put on a mask and gloves. From any angle, it was obvious that the spots around her eyes had darkened. But I was not going to diagnose it that easily.

Frida stumbles back in shock, momentarily dropping the concerned facade on her face, a glimmer of satisfaction showing. "Get her a basin," Arden instructs. But Ivy continues to heave violently, and blood keeps pouring out, too much blood for any human body to hold. She looks up at them with tear-filled eyes; her pupils dilated and her skin pale except for two feverish spots on her cheeks. The mark across her sternum begins to glow. It starts faintly before intensifying. Everyone notices it and stares. "What is that?" Theron whispers. The others are whispering among themselves.

“A word.” I follow him a few steps down the hallway, “What is it?” I ask. He lowers his voice. “I checked her shoulder, like you said.” My attention sharpens immediately. “And?” “There’s a puncture mark,” he replies. “It’s small and easy to miss if you’re not looking for it.” “What kind?” I ask.

Meredith’s POV Something warm trickles down the side of my face; it is sticky and makes my skin crawl. I touch the spot and pull my hand to find blood on my fingertips. What? I am bleeding? But how? I feel no pain. Slowly, I lift my gaze, and a scream leaves my lips. Johnathan’s lifeless eyes are staring right at me. He has blood spilling out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. His skin is completely pale, and the veins on his neck are a bright shade of blue.

Hayden pursed his thin lips and did not speak. His mother's tone gave him the feeling that his mother was very ill. She showed the results to the doctor. After the doctor read it, he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "It's an intracranial hemorrhage; you have to be hospitalized immediately." "Can I just take medicine first? I want to go to the ophthalmologist for an examination." "What's wrong with your eyes?" the doctor asked.

H*ll would freeze over before she went to see the OB-GYN specialist with him in tow. … In the ophthalmologist's room. The elderly ophthalmologist spread open Jeremy's left eye and shone a flashlight on it to do a thorough check-up. Corinne, who was standing at the side, asked, "How is it, doctor? Is his eye okay?" The elderly ophthalmologist put down the flashlight and said, "Don't worry. It's nothing serious. The internal bleeding is caused by an external impact. I'll prescribe an anti-inflammatory eye drop which he needs to use three times daily and the blood clot should go away after a few days.

I should get off the floor and get back to bed. Lifting my arms from my knees, I looked down but stopped when I saw the inside of my elbow, where Sara had drawn blood. Dark blue veins were visible around the area where she had drawn blood. I might have never had my blood drawn like this, but I knew damn well that it wasn’t normal. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.” I repeated in my head as I stared at it. Maybe I wasn’t pregnant, and I had been infected. Panicked, I began looking over my body for signs that I had been scratched or bitten. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary when I was in the shower last, but I figured I missed something.

I lie on the floor, panting slightly in panic when I see the blood spreading on the floor alarmingly fast before dark spots fill my vision. I cut too deep.

I have almost slept only for five minutes, this explains why my eyes are still burning. "Blake?" I called his name but no response. "Blake, where are you?" I peeled the bedsheet off me before placing my feet on the cold tiles but felt the piercing pain under my feet like a sharp needle entered into my skin in one shot that made me stumble back and I fell down with my butt. There I saw red liquid is running everywhere from my feet just ahead of the broken glass which was stained with my blood. Damn!! No wonder why I have piercing pain! But... Broken glass?