Speck Of Blood In Stool Novels & Stories

After consuming a spoonfull of meal after another, Mayari suddenly started to cough hard like there is a stone stuck in her throat, that she fell from her chair and puke. "Ms. Mayari! Are yo-" Lissy's eyes suddenly widened in terror. Mayari not only vomited the undigested food on the floor but along with it is red claret blood.

Layla mocked. “You—” Phoebe said, but before she could get any words out, her brows furrowed in confusion and she started to blink furiously. “You—” She started again but this time she clutched her stomach in pain and everyone stared at her weirdly. She made another attempt to talk but this time she coughed out blood instead. Everyone’s eyes widened and they jumped away from her in shock. She tried to reach over to them but she fell to her knees before she could do anything, coughing more blood but this time, it is black in color.

So when something went wrong, the entire event got shut down. A bunch of streamers followed the ambulance to the hospital, broadcasting everything for views. The hospital even pulled together a full consultation team for her. They ran test after test, but nothing came up. "You had mild gastritis when you came in a few days ago, but now there's nothing. No signs of bleeding either. So how did you cough up blood?" Her fans were losing it. "Are you sure she's okay? We have video of her throwing up blood. That's not fake!"

The plates that I had just finished washing were just dispersed among the trash can and the clutter that was already on the ground. I just bowed my hand and replied stiffly. "That idiot, he did it!" That guy is filling my mind to the brim, and I want to grab his arse! I cleaned once again, and as I was taking out the trash one by one, my eyebrows sprang up when I spotted the bloody tissues in the trash. I thought to me, "Is it really blood? Red indicates that it is not ketchup or paint. I am aware of their distinctions. Hmm, perhaps he hurt himself while cutting? However, why is it so high?

He turned it so his colleague could see. A small capsule. Red-stained at one end, cracked open. “That’s not blood,” the second medic said. A ripple ran through the students behind me. Bianca’s head snapped toward them. “What? That’s not— I don’t know what that is, it’s not mine—”

I took a sip in a hurry, coughing profusely afterward. "Relax." She said, patting my back. I nodded, covering my mouth while still coughing. "Yo! Don't cough out your lungs." She whispered. I couldn't hold it. Something was wrong and I had no idea what. I opened my palm to see a stain of blood. This has never happened before. What went wrong? "Is that blood?" Daven asked, grabbing my palm. I nodded, wiping it off. "Has that happened before?" She asked again, clearly worried and shocked.

“Sorry! Are you okay?” Someone handed me a bottle of water. I continued throwing up, my eyes watered, and my body trembled. As I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, something caught my attention. Mixed with what I had vomited… was a tiny reddish stain, very small, almost unnoticeable. I blinked, looked again, and it was still there. My heartbeat quickened. “No… that can’t be blood,” I whispered. I quickly looked around; thankfully, nobody else seemed to notice. The bystanders simply assumed I had eaten too quickly. I forced myself to stand upright, rinsed my mouth with water, and then slowly began walking back toward the hostel.

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.

That light was too pure and bright, revealing me for who I was. The filth churning inside me was something detestable and loathsome. It was so overwhelming that I did not dare to touch it. After it happened a few times, Ethan developed stomach problems. When I was not paying attention, he would endure the pain silently with his brows tightly furrowed. He was too afraid to let me find out and never told me. It was not until one morning, after staying up all night to care for me, that he fainted from the pain at his office. That was when I realized just how severe his condition had become.

My own blood. My stomach churned. “Oh. A nosebleed.” I reached up, touching the spot. It was dripping a little, warm and metallic. “It’s… it’s a normal thing. Happens sometimes.” I tried to sound nonchalant. “Hasn’t happened in weeks, actually. Maybe three.” Her eyes narrowed. “A normal thing? Do you have any illness, Alpha? Anything that could trigger this?” Her voice was firm, laced with genuine concern.