Speck Of Blood In Stool นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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....."

I take a few more, then go back inside the bathroom, the tiles colder than usual beneath my feet. I hope he hasn't left for work yet. I need to talk to him about something. It's important. Quite urgent. It's not about Mamma. Or Leandro. It's probably best if we go see a doctor today. After peeing and washing myself, I freeze next to the toilet. No way. Is that blood? The bright red blob in the toilet bowl grips my attention after my breath catches. I stare at the blood, assessing the amount and the color, unable to move to flush it down the drain.

The sting came first, just as I sat down to pee. By the time I stood, the pain had bloomed into panic. Bright red. The color mocked me, painting the porcelain bowl like a silent alarm. Bold, unapologetic. Terrifying. “Oh my God…” I gasped, staring down in disbelief. “I’m not supposed to bleed. Not now.” I leaned in closer, hoping I was wrong. Hoping it was a mistake. But the truth stared back at me, vivid and cruel. Blood. Not just a spot. A warning. Like the child inside me had cried out, snapped, and given up.

Something was definitely amiss. Blood!.

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."

was Petra surmised and they began dragging me off the ground. "No, no! please stop it's killing me" I tried to free my hand as they carried me to the bed. When I was on the bed they wrapped the bedcover about me and began fanning me vigorously while I tossed on the bed seeing all the shades strife. Then it came at once. I jumped from the bed and ran, heading into the bathroom, and began throwing up. The fact that I was throwing up wasn't by the problem. The problem was that I was throwing blood. Full bowel of blood!

James was slightly dizzy, and after being shaken by Thea, he began to feel nauseated. Suddenly, he coughed up blood. A few droplets splattered on Thea’s hand. Inside his blood, a tiny worm could be seen wriggling around. It was a tiny white worm that looked incredibly disgusting. Seeing this, Thea screamed out in fright. She quickly stood up and tried to shake it off her hand. Quincy heard her shouting and quickly walked into the tent. Seeing James’ lips and Thea’s hand covered in blood, she promptly took out a tissue to wipe his lips. She asked worriedly, “Are you alright?”

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.

At first, I thought it was because he hated me, but does that hate extend to his own flesh and blood? Before I can spiral into my thoughts, another cramp seizes me. This one makes me wince. It twists and then fades, but not without leaving a trail of unease behind. I push myself out of bed, moving slowly toward the bathroom, all the while clutching my stomach. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just the stress catching up to me. But when I sit down to pee and glance at my panties, the sight of blood makes my heart stop. “No…” My voice cracks. My world tilting for a second.