Story About Food Poisoning の小説・ストーリー

I add quickly. Lou shrugs. "If you say so. Or maybe I still have a few things to learn in the kitchen." But I shake my head. "First of all, if it is food poisoning, it usually doesn't set in this fast. Secondly, if there was something wrong with the chowder, we'd all be hugging the toilet right now. Not just her." "What do you think it is, then?" It's my turn to shrug. "Probably something she ate earlier. Or yesterday. Hell, I've heard that some cases don't hit until a couple of days later."

He starred down at his food and dropped his fork as he began feeling funny. "Stop crying in front of me..." Craig said gruffly and held his stomach. He could feel it. Something was definitely wrong but he tried fighting it with all his power. He groaned out loud as his system turned upside down. "Master!" Tanya cried and rushed to him as Craig placed his head on the table. Dagger ran in too,eyes blazing. "What did you do to him!" Craig looked up and tried talking with the little strength left in him. "It's the food. It's poisoned."

Even though the food was cooked by Zachary’s chosen professional chef, she barely had the appetite. She finally picked one dish she liked and brought it to the sofa in the huge living room. She sat there and searched for something to watch, anything to distract her loneliness. Until one piece of news caught her attention. “All toddlers and children who died are suspected to be victims of food poisoning. The orphanage staff are still under investigation, including five caretakers and one guard who are being questioned—” Elena felt the world collapse onto her. “The food poisoning case at Happy Hearts Home orphanage has taken lives. Eleven children and toddlers died after being treated for two

" I took a seat by his bedside eager to hear the story before my pounding heart broke out of my chest. "Food poisoning." It was weird, really weird that in one night two people close to me, so to speak, were dealing with issues. Fire and now food poisoning, it was weird, would I be the next target? "What do you mean food poisoning? Did you change your chef by any way or did you cook yourself?" I eyed him suspiciously, Sebastian barely cooked and when he did, it was always a disaster. I assumed that was what happened again. "I didn't cook Thea and don't you dare mock me. I really don't know what happened, that's what the doctors said. But I'm fine now so you can calm down and not die."

This was Mrs Brown's idea, for her to move in with him, though she had said Dave was the one who said it, but Tracy hadn't believed her, but she very much liked the idea, and she was willing to play. Amanda nodded her head before turning to leave, but she got yet another shocker from what he said next. "You can take that poisoned food to your mother, she is the one that is close to dying not me, or you can give it to your boyfriend Goodluck, and the both of you could eat and go to hell for all I care"

"Ms. Bishop, I'm glad you're awake. I'm Helen." She walked to the side of the bed and checked the IV bag, then my pulse, then shone a small light in my eyes. I winced and turned away. "You had a severe case of food poisoning," she said, making notes on her clipboard. "The toxin we found in your system was high enough to cause organ damage if left untreated. You're lucky someone found you when they did." My stomach turned. "What was it?"

Watching them leave with two large bags of rotten vegetables and expired meat, I couldn't help but sneer. Since the workers loved the food they made so much, they should just keep eating it! It didn't take long before Yves' parents' diner became infamous for a massive food poisoning incident. Hundreds of workers suffered from severe symptoms, including vomiting and diarrhea, with some needing their stomachs to be pumped and hospital treatment. After receiving their treatment and finally being able to drag their weakened bodies back to the construction site, the workers tried to confront Yves' parents, but by then, those two had already fled.

But I had to start from somewhere if I wanted to get information out of them. “I got food poisoning when I was fourteen,” I started. “It was after school when I came home. As you boys know, I don’t have the strength or healing ability of a wolf. I almost died but my father got me to the hospital on time and yeah, that’s it,” I narrated the story like I was listing items off a grocery list.

The only downside was how busy she became. She saw less of her family than she would’ve liked. So the moment her one-month vacation ended, she practically sprinted back to work. Before, she hated leaving home. Now, after almost being “rehabilitated” by her husband’s enthusiasm, she feared if she didn’t escape, her spine might never recover. She cursed herself for not knowing the difference between edible mushrooms and poisonous ones. Cooking had nearly killed her and her endurance once already. This time, she joined the set of a historical drama.

Numb with despair, I took the food container and ate the food before they forced me to do it. All I wanted now was an answer. Yet after 15 minutes, I still didn't show any unusual symptoms. The police finally arrived to take Mom and me back to the station. "You two, again. What on Earth did your mother put in that food? Could it be some kind of curse?" The police were incredibly confused and even set up a special investigation team for our case. They even contacted some Nungaar tribespeople to examine the food. "Nothing's wrong with the food. It wasn't hexed in any way either. You've been overthinking things."