Speck Of Blood In Stool Novels & Stories

I sit on the floor before the water closet, and my sight begins to crisscross in disgust at the horrible memories. I begin to empty my guts into the toilet. Not being able to stop myself. I finally stop to calm my system and catch my breath, but I freeze when I look into the toilet and find that it's red with blood. I rush to my feet and begin to cough furiously as something is in my throat and is making me severely uncomfortable. I rush to the sink and begin to couch furiously until it finally flies out of my mouth, and into the sink. However, I die on the spot when I see what it is.

Just a few hours later, she experienced abdominal pain. Chris nodded, indicating his understanding. The doctor suggested, "If you want to know if it's related to something she ate, we can conduct a blood test. In cases of food poisoning, there's typically an increase in white blood cells, granulocytes, and lymphocytes. However, some foods may not show up in tests.

My voice stuck in my throat and tears I’d been trying to hold burst out like water from an open dam. “Shit,” Colton swore, voice uncharacteristically serious. “That’s…that’s a lot of blood staining that chair.”

It was so painful that he gasped. “Ugh…” Evan opened his mouth and started vomiting again. He spat out all the oatmeal he had just eaten. There were even dark blood clots mixed in. “Ugh!” Evan covered his stomach and slid to the ground in pain.

But I have come to the realization that peace is a fragile thing. Later that same day, I sat by the mirror brushing my hair when my hand froze mid-motion when I felt a sudden cramp in the lower region of my abdomen. The suddenness of it stole my breath. I gasped, clutching my middle, the pain getting worse as time goes by. The bond pulsed again—faint but frantic this time, insistent, almost screaming. And then I saw it. Blood.

Clamping a hand over my mouth, I lurched to my feet, rushed past Ryder and into the washroom. “Shit”, Ryder was already on my back. “Take it slow,” I felt him place his hand over my back as my stomach emptied. I didn’t mind about him, I puked everything and by the time, I stood up straight, the room was spinning. Blood was dripping from my lips and onto the sink. My body froze when I saw that. What the hell was really happening?!. Instead of puking food, it was blood. My blood but it was dark red.

He looked like someone cataloguing a piece of evidence. "What was that," he said. It wasn't a question. My face was on fire. "Nothing. I'm fine. I just — " "You looked at my food," he said slowly, "like you wanted it." "I didn't — it's not — " I pressed my palms flat against my thighs under the table. My heart was hammering. "It happens sometimes. With blood. I've seen a doctor about it. They said it's a kind of — like a special hemophobic response? A special reaction to blood. It's not — I don't actually want to drink it. "

As I was thinking it the pain in my belly suddenly increased in extreme. It became so painful that I was not able to speak. I got off from the bed and walked to the washroom with my wobbly legs, holding my belly. I sat on the toilet seat to urine. When I was done. I got up and turned to flush but I went numb when I saw red blood and a thing which was so small which had something like a head. I stepped back kept my hand on my belly and screamed out loud "No....."

There’s blood in the sink again, bright red against porcelain white. Jessica appears behind me in a blur, eyes wide, voice trembling. “Oh my God… Camilla—Cam!” She grabs a towel, presses it gently against my mouth, her other hand steadying my back. “I’m fine,” I manage to croak out, though we both know it’s a lie. “No, you’re not,” she snaps. “You’re vomiting blood again!” “I’ve had worse.” “Don’t do that,” she pleads. “Don’t pretend this is normal this time in front of me.”

The next morning she waited till her husband had gone to work before taking her stool sample to the doctor, she noticed more traces of blood in her stool and her fear increased. "I am so scared doctor," Clara said, folding and unfolding her silk handkerchief. "Don't be afraid, once we find what the problem is, we will commence treatment, you are going to be just fine okay." "Thank you, doctor." She sounded relieved and calm "Your result will be out in a weeks time, should I send it by mail or are you coming here to get it." "I will come for it myself." "Okay, remember to take the pain relief I recommended and also avoid spicy food and up your vegetable intake."