Speck Of Blood In Stool Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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.

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!"

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.

He stumbled backward and shouted, "What are you talking about? I'm straight! What couple? How can you say that?" Watching him flip out left me speechless. He was straight? Yeah, well so was I. Earlier that day, I met up with some friends to play basketball. That night, they dragged me to this casual spot where we had loaded fries, wings and ice-cold beer. When I got home and finally crawled into bed, a sharp pain tore through my stomach. Worse, there were bloodstains on my pants. As someone who had been dealing with hemorrhoids, I knew immediately what happened. They had ruptured.

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.

Alice shrugged, settling into bed to sleep. I took advantage of the moment and turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash away all the impurities from my body and relax my muscles instantly. I had been dreaming of a decent bath for days, and even though this bathroom was simple, it was everything I needed at that moment. I leaned my head against the wall, feeling a slight weakness in my legs, allowing myself to relax a bit. Everything seemed to be going well until I felt a sharp pain near my lower abdomen. A chill ran down my spine, and suddenly I started vomiting blood.

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 realize Raquel has sucked me into my worst nightmare. "N-no, Raquel," I whisper in fear, "get me out of here!" The sound of water plops from a faucet. I look over and discover there is thick, crimson red blood overflowing from a small vessel sink. Slowly, I step backward and bump into an old cracked toilet. The smell of incomparable stench slams up my nose. I whip around and watch several roaches crawl out from under the lid and scatter onto the floor.

A sense of dread coursed through Scott when he heard the sober tone of the doctor. He sat up on the couch as his palm suddenly became sweaty. "What is it, doc?" "I carried out some tests yesterday. Cora said that Tommy had been stooling yesterday morning, so I had to take some of the fecal matter alongside his blood sample. I carried out some tests yesterday and..." the doctor paused. "And what?" Scott's patience ran out. "What did you find?"