Why Is Elena Throwing Up Blood Novels & Stories

“Help! Elena lost her mind! Julius, Seth, help me!” The door swung open with a kick. Julius and Seth rushed in. “What are you doing, Elena?!” Julius strode over and shoved me away. I crashed into the wall before slumping on the floor. As for Seth, he hugged Jody and checked her neck. Jody leaned against his arms while crying. “I’m so scared, Seth. Elena said that she wants to kill me and take my heart away.” Julius then turned to me while I was spasming in pain. “Are you done with your tantrum, Elena? Jody has only just finished her surgery. Are you only going to stop after she dies?!”

She fought against the drowsiness, desperate to catch a glimpse of the mysterious savior. Hours later, Elena stirred, her eyes fluttering open with a groan. Numbness enveloped her, and a sharp pain throbbed at the base of her skull. Her eyes widened as she realized she was no longer in the hospital bed. Ignoring the ache in her chest, she struggled to rise, her hand instinctively reaching for her shirt. As she peeled it back, her fingers traced over stitches, a sudden wave of pain and weariness flooding her. “Who’s there? What’s happening?” Elena’s voice trembled as she struggled to stand, the wooden bed creaking beneath her weight.

Before I can ask what is wrong with her, she is shooting up and making her way towards the bushes, where she begins to throw-up violently. Feeling panic roll through me, I rush over to her side and quickly lift her hair while trying to remain calm. However, all I can think of in the moment were the times that she violently threw up blood due to her blood disease, which was put into remission thanks to the birth of Fallon. "Are you okay?" I ask, feeling relieved when I don’t see any blood on the ground in front of her. "Did you possibly eat or drink something bad?" "I don’t think so." Gale pants, sitting up on her heels. "I haven’t really eaten anything today due to all the preparations."

ELENA PANIC. I tried to breathe, to not think with my pounding heart, but with my brain. It was hard. So hard! My eyes fell on my hand, stained with blood. A murderer’s blood. But doesn't that also make me a murderer? A huge lump formed in my throat, so huge that it was somewhat impossible to breathe. I rose to my feet, my legs wobbly underneath me. Breathe, Elena. Breathe!

She didn't need to see any more violence today. She'd seen enough. We all had. --- **ELENA'S POV** Everything was fuzzy. Distant. Like I was underwater and the world was happening somewhere above me. Voices. Urgent. Worried. "—massive internal bleeding—" "—pressure's still dropping—" "—not responding to fluids—" Hands on me. Poking. Prodding. Hurting. But the pain felt far away too. Like it was happening to someone else. I tried to open my eyes. Tried to speak.

“I apologize if I misunderstood, but do you just find this news… pleasing?” Elena’s smile faltered for a moment as she noticed the doctor’s wide-eyed gaze fixated on her. She quickly composed herself, understanding that her initial reaction may have come across as bizarre. In an attempt to control her emotions, she leaned in closer, wanting to hear Grant’s confirmation again. “Is there really nothing that can be done to reverse the damages, or at least minimize them?”

She fled toward the basin in the corner of the dining room and violently purged the contents of her stomach. “Hoeek... ugh... hoek...” Elena’s frame trembled uncontrollably; only acidic, clear bile emerged. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths as she braced her hands against the cold edge of the basin, desperate to stabilize her suddenly failing limbs. Lady Elizabeth rose immediately, hastening toward her daughter-in-law. With tender concern, the older woman began to soothe Elena’s neck. The matriarch scrutinized Elena’s pale features with eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

YELENA Tristan stayed by my side, his hand on the small of my back, waiting. Another twenty minutes crawled by. The silence in the hall was suffocating. Livia stayed in her chair, barely moving, though her eyes were fixed on the door. Suddenly, the door burst open. Doctor Megan rushed out, his face drenched in sweat. He wasn't walking; he was practically stumbling, his eyes wide with panic. "She’s awake, Doctor Moonrack!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "She’s awake, but... she’s coughing up blood! It won't stop!"

Cillian The doctor says she can shower. Carefully. Quickly. No stress. No strain. I nearly tell him to go fuck himself when he says that last part. Because Elena is stressed now. She’s bruises and nightmares and stubbornness wrapped in skin too soft for the things she survived. And somehow she still looks at me like I’m worth trusting. I stand near the bathroom doorway while Sophia explains the medication schedule for the third time. “Elena gets dizzy if she stands too long,” she says, glaring directly at me like I personally invented gravity. “And she needs help.”

Now, I know better. “I have never cheated on you, Ronan. You are the only man in my life. Please, trust me. I would never cheat on you.” Elena's tears were still falling, even when she knew she was clearly lying. Her old flame was clearly sitting beside her, yet she had the guts to tell me I was the only man in her life? Could Elena have lied so much that she couldn't differentiate truth from lies anymore? This was truly scary! “Shhhhh! Elena, you heard what the doctor said. Your blood pressure is too high, so you don't need to stress yourself. Just rest, okay?”