Novel & Cerita Why Is Elena Throwing Up Blood

"Dr. Summers, what should we do?" The patient's blood splattered onto Elena's face. Her critical condition made Elena cry out anxiously, "Quick, find the source of the bleeding and stop it!" "The bleeding can't be stopped." Elena dropped the scalpel onto the floor with a loud clang, but she quickly picked it up in panic. She was obviously flustered. Keith narrowed his eyes and looked on anxiously. Then, he said, "You sure have an amazing apprentice, huh?"

I asked, my voice coming softer than I intended. Her personal assistant rushed over. “How are you feeling now?” she asked eagerly. Just two hours ago, we were dancing—if I could call it that—when she suddenly collapsed. Elena turned slightly and gave a faint smile. The doctor came in then, flipping through his notes. “How are you feeling, Elena?” he asked. She nodded weakly. “It’s just mild fever,” the doctor said, glancing at me. “Medication has been given, but she fainted from exhaustion. Make sure she rests.”

Elena ’s POV “I can’t do this anymore .” The words come out before I even open my eyes, my stomach already churning like it’s trying to turn itself inside out . I bolt from the bed, hand over my mouth, barely making it to the bathroom before I’m on my knees heaving into the toilet . Nothing comes up but bile and yesterday’s fear , Julian is right behind me, kneeling, gathering my hair back with gentle hands . “I’ve got you,” he whispers, over and over . “I’ve got you, fox . Just breathe.”

Heavy drapes blocked the windows, candles provided the only light, and the long table was covered with open books, loose papers, and what looked disturbingly like medical journals from the nineteenth century. She looked up as we entered, and I noticed for the first time that she seemed more alive than either David or me; energized, almost luminous in the candlelight. “Good. You’re both here.” She gestured to the chairs across from her. “Sit. We need to talk.” “We need a hospital,” David said. “This is some kind of poisoning, or a parasite…” “It’s vampirism,” Elena said flatly. “Sit down.” The word hung in the air like a curse. I sat. After a moment, David did too.

Blood bloomed against her sleeve, dark and spreading fast, staining the fabric in a way that sent panic surging through me. My heart stopped. “Elena!” I lunged forward, catching her just as her knees buckled beneath her. She collapsed into my arms, trembling, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. Her face twisted in pain, her skin already losing color. My hands instinctively pressed against the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding, but the warmth of her blood seeped between my fingers. It was too much. Too fast.

' The three of them walked out of the hall, talking as they did. Elena took out the sandwich. It was a simple bread and ham sandwich wrapped in foil. She said a silent thank you to Malia and devoured it in two bites. Her energy returned a bit. The cleaning went smoother than she'd expected. Later that afternoon, Elijah exploded. Elena was done with her chores for the day, so she was in her room which was the attic, reading a book. She could hear her uncle's scream from her room. Her heart dropped and she rushed down to see what was going on. And so did Malia and Susan. They exchanged worried glances with Elena.

She opened her eyes and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. Only then did she notice it. His dark shirt was wet, not just from her tears. Around his waist, the fabric was darker. Blood. Zachary gently loosened her grip. “Rest, baby,” he said calmly. “I’ll tell Ben to prepare your meal and vitamins.” He walked toward the bathroom without waiting for her response. Elena wiped her tears and watched his back until the door closed. That night, after Elena collapsed, Zachary continued working inside the villa.

“Her vitals just spiked off the charts. Something in the extraction triggered a surge…her blood chemistry is reacting to the puncture itself.” Elena thrashed against the metal harnesses, with all her movements being extremely unpredictable and brutal. Her torso twisted, and her arms pulled so hard that the restraints clanked against the bolts. Her legs hammered against the table, desperately trying to break free. Her breathing was ragged and ferocious, and a deep, vibrating growl was rising from her throat…a warning, a threat, and a declaration. Elias stared, entranced. “She shouldn’t be awake. That dosage would incapacitate even a transformed Alpha.”

Chapter 177: Unspoken Truths Elena's POV The villa bedroom was still dark when the nausea hit again. Sharp. Relentless. I bolted upright, hand clamped over my mouth, and barely made it to the ensuite before I was heaving over the toilet. Nothing came up this time either. Just bile and the bitter aftertaste of last night's surrender.

Three days later, the air in Vane Manor's sprawling dining room was thick enough to choke on. Elara sat at the far end of the long, opulent table – the place for the unwanted. Her face was still paper-white, the tell-tale sign of anemia from all that blood loss, her lips drained of color. She and Serena were discharged from the hospital just this morning. The rest of the family piled into the waiting car and sped off, leaving Elara with nothing but a shared bike.