Novel & Cerita Why Is Elena Throwing Up Blood

Barely ten minutes of suffocating silence passed before the swinging doors of the west wing surgical hallway opened with a sharp thud. One of the nurses, Elena, who was assigned to Killian's suture team, returned to the waiting room with quick steps. Her face was completely pale, distorted by terror, and her hands trembled while she held a tray with empty test tubes. Kylee and I rose from the sofa immediately, as if propelled by a biological spring. “Elena! What's wrong with my brother?” I lunged toward her, my clinical instinct snapping into alert. “Did you already close the blood vessels in the neck? Did the hemorrhage stop?”

“Please!” “What’s going on?!” I asked Doctor Ellen. She simply grabbed my arm and rushed us to another part of the room, far away from her. I tried to escape her vice grip. “What the hell are you doing?! We need to help her!” I turned to yell at her. “She can’t be helped.” She grimly said. Her voice had an eerie vibe to it, it shook me to my bones. With a blood curdling scream, Elena’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she went limp. Little cuts appeared on body, but no blood poured out.

Elaine turned her head just enough to look at her, a small, controlled smile forming on her lips, though it did not reach her eyes. “Nothing you need to worry about,” she said. Elena could only watch, her chest tightening as she tried to move, to speak, to warn Selene, but her body refused to respond. Her gaze shifted back to Elaine, searching for something, anything, but Elaine only held her with that same unreadable calm. The nurse approached then, checking the drip with practiced efficiency before glancing at the chart. “Selene said she found her bleeding,” she said. “Has this happened before?”

She could still feel the warm, metallic-smelling liquid. Elena screamed hysterically, seeing Bella lying on the floor in a growing pool of her own blood, which flowed continuously from the bullet hole in her forehead. Her eyes were wide open, meeting death, her mouth agape as if to scream an unspoken pain, for her life had already fled her body. Elena suddenly felt nauseous when she saw a whitish lump also oozing from the hole. "You," Ethan pointed, turning his weapon to Elena, "you have to die too!" he said, bursting into demonic laughter.

With the consent form in his hands, he walked into one of the offices in the hospital's hallway. Dr. Lucas returned to me 30 minutes later, this time in a manner that showcased desperation. Raymond! He called out in a loud voice. “Did you notice anything unusual about Elena? Something is wrong with your wife.” “I just ran through her medical records, and I discovered that the last time she visited the hospital, she had an A+ blood group. Right now, she’s a B+, and this is medically impossible,” said Lucas as he flung through Elena’s record booklet in his hands.

I asked her again, and her jaw tightened. Elena threw the car door open and jumped out. However, she missed her step and fell to the ground. She gasped in pain. "Ah! Blood!" My eyes widened in shock as I rushed out of the car to meet her. "What's wrong? What happened?" I asked her, my voice trembling as I saw the blood that had pooled at her leg. "I don't know. We should go to the hospital," she cried, afraid, like she was going to die.

For the past few days, she had being having tummy troubles, she threw up anything she ate and she was constantly throwing up. " Mum, here have some water" Elena said as she handed a glass of water to Ana. Ana smiled as she patted Elena's hair. She had the most caring daughter ever. She took the glass of water and gulped it in an entire go. " I've called the doctor, he'll be here soon" Elena said as she rubbed her mother's hand. Seeing her mother in such terrible condition brought a sharp pain to her heart. Soon enough, the doctor walked in and was greeted by the duo of Elena and her mother. He examined Ana, asked some questions before taking a sample of her blood.

I said lightly, trying to brush off the unease. She laughed. “It’s fine, it’s just juice.” But then she stopped. Her hand froze mid-air. The glass slipped slightly in her grip. “Elena?” I said, my voice sharpening. She coughed. Once. Then again. This time harder. A wet, choking sound escaped her throat. And then— Blood. It spilled from her lips suddenly, staining her mouth, dripping down her chin. The glass shattered as it fell from her hand. “Elena!”

I turn my face away before I lose my nerve. “I think Mama’s being poisoned.” I quickly say. First, everything goes silent, I even have to turn to see if he even heard me. I meet his eyes and my breath hitches. “What?” He finally exclaims. I sit up, rubbing at my eyes with one hand. “You remember the day we arrived? She drank something Rina gave her and barely five minutes later, she was coughing blood. Yesterday was the third time that’s happened.” I go on explain everything I know. How Elena always seems worse after the tea, and better without it. My voice cracks but I force it out, every detail, making sure he sees the pattern forming.

I said warmly smiling at her. "You don't need to worry about me Lady Vivian, you should really worry about yourself." Ella said instantly downing her drink as everyone waits on silence. Obviously nothing happens to her. "Now your turn." I said to lady Vivian who stares at her cup for a long while. She slowly puts the cup at the ridge of her lips and immediately throws up blood in front of the entire ladies. My eyes widened. That wasn't supposed to happen. She kept purging blood and suddenly the white in her eyes turned black.