Speck Of Blood In Stool Mga Nobela at Kwento

I search the crowd everywhere, then I spotted him seating on a chair with hands on his face. I sigh in relief and walk to him, but when he look up I gasp, he had blood running down his right nostril. "Fuck!" "Ugh... Zack everywhere is spinning." He groan. I looked around but no one was watching, I help him up into the restroom. He started puking blood, "holy shit!" I started panicking. "What did you drink?!" "I just took a sip of a cocktail then I felt sick." "Dammit!"

And promptly begin to throw up. I’ve never vomited blood before, but the sink is now stained with it. My belly is burning, as if a thousand knives are stabbing me on the inside. Clutching the edge of the sink, I try to stay upright as I empty the entire contents of my stomach. The blood is a dark color. In between throwing up and ignoring the pounding on the door, I stared dimly at the clots of blood. It’s not a dark red. It’s black. I’m vomiting black blood.

Just like he has always done. I couldn't stand up because I was so intensely weak. The cramps I had were pretty bad, I was sweating all over. I felt some kind of metallic taste in my mouth, also a bile was sitting in my throat. I rushed to the bathroom as I emptied the content of my stomach. I could tell that I have never had it this worse before, I felt this was something different. I turned on the faucet at the sink to rinse my mouth and there was a red colouration in the water. I checked my mouth in the mirror, and my gums were swollen and it was bleeding.

I took a sample of the well water in a bottle, taking all the precautions to make sure that it did not touch my skin and then I returned back to the clinic and headed into the lab. There were more patients now, I had to come in through the back, the front of the clinic had been converted to a medical bay because the lobby was overrun. I took a small sample of my water and put it under a microscope and peered at it. I was looking for anything abnormal, normal bacteria would not affect us wolves, so it had to be something that looked weird. As I peered closely, I saw something reddish black in color scattered around in the sample. I zoomed the lens and took a closer look, I gasped in shock

However… He felt his stomach contracting just after taking two steps, and soon after, he felt blood rushing up to his throat. He could smell the iron as he audibly spat out a mouthful of blood. He had no control over it, however, as he threw up all over. “Bro!” Alarmed, Nial rushed over to hold on to him, anxiously saying, “You’re spewing out blood everywhere! I’m sending you to the ER!” Oh, dear!

I puked more blood into the toilet seat. What the hell was happening to me? A wave of fear washed over me but just as quickly as it started, the pain subsided, leaving a dull ache. I should tell someone about this; I must be sick, but I couldn't. A part of me knew this was not ordinary; I knew this had to do with what I was. A Turned One. If Nick was here, I would have asked if this was a normal occurrence; he had never spoken on this. I flushed the toilet, quickly wiping my mouth with the back of my hands.

“Oh, God! I can still taste his blood in my mouth!” He doubled over, puking all over the floor. Thick, dark red chunks splattered all over the floor, getting flecks of it all over the fabric of my pants. I don’t want to look, but I couldn’t close my eyes, I couldn’t back away. I saw partially digested blood, tiny pieces of cloth, like from a shirt or something, and a gold band that matches the one on Antonio's finger. Antonio saw it and his eyes went wide. Bloody spit dribbled down his chin and his hands were shaking.

But as I looked closer, my stomach dropped, and I almost passed out. It was blood.

The blood started to boil and you could instantly see the sample from today change colour . I kept chanting , the blood from today separated . The black blood that separated from the other was hissing around looking angry as though I had disturbed it . Scooping up the angry looking blood I put it into a fresh vial . “ What is it Lil ? Can you see what's happening to me ?” Fal asked as I turned back to her .

His complexion no longer looked ashen, but his quite blanched lips and fingernails still worried me. "No." Miles left me by the door and rushed back to the sink. For the next seconds, his head hung low, and he kept retching, like he was choking on something. I stood behind him and kept his hair away from his face. I watched him throw up nothing but a splodge of clear saliva. It looked sticky and thick. "Just stay by the door," he mumbled in between retching noises. The sound just made me mull over some things I still had no clear answers to. "You need tests, a blood panel. Did you see a specialist?"