Randall Purpura Novels & Stories

he whispered, shaking. Terry wanted to snap the man's neck. "Are you kidding me? You said it was fine. Completely fine. Nothing to worry about. And now you want me to clean up your mess? Cure him, or you are dead." Randall's face turned pale. He almost dropped his medical bag. Elliot saw Randall's behavior and grew even angrier. "You fucking bastard. What did you make me take?" "It was Viagra. A specially formulated Viagra. No one has ever reported a side effect like this. I don't know why you're the one-in-a-million exception."

“Wait. You were here to look for my brother’s file? Why?” Aurora pointed at the symptoms, “Look here.” “… ‘Red eyeballs after death.’” Clemente read out the part that Aurora pointed at and frowned, “Yeah, I remember I that. The doctors said that it is a result of Keavy’s allergy—” “What kind of allergy caused people’s eyeballs to turn red?!” Aurora snapped. She lowered her voice and whispered, “…And earlier today, I found a similar symptom in Elder Randy as well.” Clemente looked as though he had just been struck by thunder.

“What are you going to do about it?” He got tired of slapping Axel, so a fresh target would be nice. Randal thought he successfully frightened Andrius. He lifted his chest and said arrogantly, “Since I will be taking Luna’s virginity tonight, I will give you a chance.” He took a glass from the table and turned around. He peed inside before he turned back to Andrius with a glass full of yellow urine. Judging from the color of his urine, he was suffering from a health condition.

The results loaded slowly, a cruel digital suspense. “Dermatographic urticaria: a rare skin condition where light pressure causes hives.” “Psychogenic pruritus: itching caused by emotional stress.” “Case study: man avoids all human contact due to extreme histamine response.” She scrolled. Clicked. Scrolled again. Nothing matched Damian’s story. No one spoke of anaphylactic shock from a handshake. No one mentioned living in a sterile bubble, a decade of isolation—no hugs, no casual brushes, no life.

Randy replied while taking off his shirt. My eyes dropped straight to his bare chest. There was a faded mark where the claw marks were earlier today. His chest and abs were defined, almost as if they were airbrushed on. He had a few scars on his shoulders that looked to be a few years old. There was a scar from a knife wound by his appendix. Following the movement of his hands unbuttoning his pants, my eyes landed on his defined V muscles.

“Mrs. Sy? Ethan is stable. We’ve brought the fever down, but we’re concerned about a specific inflammatory marker. We ran a full blood panel and a genetic screening to rule out a rare autoimmune condition.” I nodded, barely processing the words. “Is he okay?” “He’s resting. But, Mrs. Sy… I need to ask you about the family history.” The doctor frowned, looking at the tablet in his hand. “We noticed a very specific rare genetic marker—the RH-null phenotype variation, combined with a specific protein mutation. It’s often referred to as ‘Golden Blood’ or a variant of it. It’s incredibly rare. Less than fifty people in the world have this exact sequence.”

He pulled out his own phone and dialed Seraphina's number. The phone rang twice before it connected. "Hello? Who is this?" Seraphina's slightly raspy voice came through the speaker. She had clearly been woken up from a deep sleep. Feeling a bit guilty, Randall spoke carefully, "Seraphina, it's Randall." There was a slight pause on the other end, and then her tone cooled considerably. "Do you need something?" "It's... it's like this. Mortimer has gastric bleeding. Do you... want to come to the hospital to see him?" Just as Randall finished his sentence, he noticed the man on the hospital bed, who had been passed out, slowly opening his eyes.

Yuri interjected. "Yuri! Bring the doctor here and leave," I snapped. Yuri's face turned into a frown as she obeyed my command. "You shouldn't have scolded Yuri," Elena murmured. "I didn't mean to, but Yuri sometimes fails to understand," I sighed in frustration. "Elena, how long have you had Rare Lupus?" Emily inquired. I had learned that it was a rare disease, with only Dr. Rudolf having discovered a partial treatment.

Allysa who tried her best to form a sentence could only say one word. “Purse.” Randall nodded his head and took the purse who was laying on the ground. He found it hard to find the ID card. It was small, and his hands cannot fit in. The purse was so tight that he needed to take out the other contents with it as well. Randall notice the jacket was slipping off and tried to fix it.

Unbeknownst to Casey Peterson, Rick Channon had watched from the shadows of the locker room as he headed into the shower and procceded to will himself to stay away from him as his eyes began to glow red and his growls became more and more feral in tune with the rapid pulsing of his still exposed cock. Something was definitely wrong with Alarick Channon, but no one in Fallon Creek had been any the wiser when it came to him or his apparent affliction.