Why Is Elena Throwing Up Blood 소설 & 이야기

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?”

It felt like my internal organs had shifted, and the taste of iron rose in my throat. "Pfft—" I couldn't hold it back and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, staining the white carpet red. But Alexander didn't even glance at me. He panic-strickenly scooped up the unconscious, blood-covered Elena, his voice trembling. "Elena! Wake up! Prepare the car! Get the car to the hospital, now!" He rushed out the door with that woman in his arms. As he passed me, he paused for a second, leaving behind a bone-chilling sentence:

She threw the question back at Patricia, who held in her hands a little bucket that she constantly threw up in. She was a mess. Her eyes were sore, her face was crimson and swollen. And her lips chapped. She had a limping gait and was sure she'd stayed in bed the entire day. And as Elena watched her throw up, she inched closer to her, grazing he neck with the back of her palms. "You're burning up" She noticed. "Have you taken anything?"

Then, she lets out a cry of pain. And clutches her belly. My stomach twists into itself. But that’s not enough. “Elena,” Mira starts to say, and that’s when I see it. Flowing between her legs, blooming on the hem of her long dress. Blood.

Everything was too slow. The lock clicked. I shoved past him into the room. The smell hit me first. Copper. Rich and thick and wrong. Then my eyes adjusted to the dim lamplight, and I saw… Red. So much red. Elena was crumpled on the floor beside her bed, her right arm extended toward a clay bowl that sat just out of reach. Blood pooled beneath her, spreading across the stone in a dark circle that was still growing. "MARCUS!" The roar tore out of me as I lunged forward, dropping to my knees beside her. "Get a healer! Get every healer in the fortress! NOW!"

she actually thought it would be a blessing not knowing it all ended up to be a curse. Vivian and Elena were both whisked into the emergency room quickly. While Vivian looked like she was just in a deep sleep. Elena was in a pull off her own blood with her one beautiful hair dripping with blood at the tip and her eyes shut like a person in a peaceful sleep. If a person, didn't see the blood on Elena they would think she was probably just trying to rest her tired eyes as she looked like a sacred painting not meant to be touched by all means and only allowed to be admired from afar.

“I'm sorry, I didn't have enough time to go to the washroom, I'll clean it up.” “I asked you a question. What is wrong with you? Answer my question.” “It's nothing, I throw up once in a while on my period. It's normal.” Normal? How the fuck is any of this normal? Hera has had her period all the time and I've never seen her show such signs Elena is showing. Is this really normal? The other time she nearly fainted, and now she's throwing up. “I'll call the maid to clean it up.” She parted her lips to say something but didn't continue.

When they saw me coughing up blood, John and Elena both froze. In the distance, Vincent stepped out of the Cadillac. John frowned, confused. “Christine, you’ve barely had half a bottle, and you’re already throwing up this much blood? Don’t you think that’s a bit over the top?” Elena looked uneasy, a hint of concern in her voice. “Christine, what’s wrong with you?” I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips and gave a pale smile.

Heavy tears dripped down her cheeks. “Lucifer, what happened? I heard something-” Elias bursted in the room shouting but abruptly stopped when he saw Elena on the floor with a tear struck face. Ignoring his little brother Lucifer got up from his seat and walked towards her. He took ahold of her hand and yanked her up. She winced at his roughness. Dragging her towards the chair, he inspected her hand. Her wrist was swollen. Purplish and blue bruises lingered on her broken fingers. It looked very bad. He could see her skin was infected, maybe even something more dangerous.

Dante moved faster than Isabella could pull the trigger, knocking the gun from her hand. Marcus entered the doorway with five wolves and quickly subdued Isabella and restrained her with silver, but Elena was hemorrhaging from complications during the accelerated delivery. Dr. Chen tried to stop the bleeding, but her hands were shaking and the abandoned facility lacked the medical supplies Elena needed for emergency surgery. "She needs a real hospital," Dr. Chen said, pressing Elena's abdomen as blood soaked through gauze. "I can't stop this bleeding with what we have, and she'll die if we don't treat her in an hour."