Why Is Elena Throwing Up Blood Novels & Stories

The steward bowed his head. “I had it looked into.” “Madam had been to a human hospital.” “The diagnosis was bloodline failure with a malignant complication.” “The doctor said half a year at most.” Half a year at most. I shot to my feet. The chair struck the carpet with a dull thud. The sound felt as though it had struck me square in the chest. “Impossible.” The steward didn't argue. He only held out another document to me. It was Elena's medical record. She had gone to the hospital alone.

It was a wet, hacking sound. She looked at her hand. There were flecks of red foam on her palm. Elara’s eyes went wide. She looked at Vespera. She looked at the cup. "My... my throat," Elara wheezed. She stood up, knocking her chair over. "I... can't..." She clawed at her neck. Her face was turning a mottled shade of grey. The burning fire Vespera remembered so well was now tearing through Elara’s veins.

Elena said softly. We both turned. Elena was standing up, no longer clutching her belly. The look of agony was gone from her face, replaced by a calm, cold stare. The blood on her dress remained, but she was holding a small, empty packet in her hand. Red liquid dripped from it. Ketchup. From the catering supply closet upstairs. "Sorry about the mess," she said calmly. Kane stared at her, his brain struggling to catch up. "You... that was fake?"

She hastily sat up, a queasiness overwhelming her, and instinctively rushed towards the bathroom. Liam, concerned for Elena's well-being, quickly followed her, his footsteps echoing with worry. He stood at the doorway, watching as Elena hunched over the toilet, her body convulsing with each retch. His voice filled with a mix of anxiety and care, he asked, "Elena, are you alright? What's happening?" As Elena tried to regain her composure, her face pale and her body trembling, she managed to whisper, "I'm... I'm fine, Liam. It's just... a momentary discomfort. Please, don't worry."

Luca remembered the clinic only after Bianca had been treated and Celeste had finally stopped crying. When he arrived, my room was already empty. The sheets had been changed, and the discharge form lay clipped to my medical file. The doctor met him in the hallway. “Where is Elena?” “She left after sunrise.” “With that wound?” The doctor’s face tightened. “She should not have been walking at all. The injury reopened. By the time she was brought in, she had lost blood and collapsed from exhaustion.”

Ominicient P.O.V When they arrived at the hospital, Elena was nervous; she didn't know why she had suddenly developed that feeling but she wasn't willing to let it get to her. "Greetings Mr. Carl and i see you brought your wife" The doctor indicated after shaking his hands. "Yes doctor; I need you to help us with something, my wife here has been puking for days now and she most times feel dizzy. Could you help in running tests for us?" The doctor stared at Elena sternly causing her stomach to upset on nervousness.

The maroon coloured blood mixed with a black tar, the liquid burning the inside of her throat as it erupted from her body, her back aching in agony. “What the ... Elika?” The dark lord shouted, lightly tapping on the bathroom door as he spoke; his tone dark and littered with confusion. Elika lifted her head from within the toilet bowl, panting as she turned towards the door; barely having the strength to reply. She took a long breath, dropping her head back into the toilet bowl as she gripped the sides, her back arching once more as she vomited; heaving painfully. Her body shook with strain as she pushing her head further into the toilet, the ends of her hair dyed red with blood.

Blood splattered across the table. “Miss Elena!” Another cough followed. More blood. Elena’s knees buckled beneath her. The room spun and she hit the floor before she could catch herself. Her entire body hurt. Something was burning its way through her veins. Her wolf was restless inside her, agitated and distressed in a way she had never experienced before. The housekeeper dropped beside her immediately and grabbed her shoulders, trying to help her sit upright. Elena couldn’t focus on anything she was saying. The pain kept getting worse. Her eyes burned. Her breathing became shallow. Another mouthful of blood spilled from her lips.

Elena replied and breath out. Suddenly, a gunshot sounded and Elena turned away from the sky, she looked around but she suddenly winced when she felt a pain in her stomach and she looked down slowly to see blood on her stomach, a gasp left her mouth immediately. "Oh no, blood" she muttered, fearfully and took her hand to her stomach, touching the blood. "What's...goi..ng on" she said, inwardly. "We just got shot" Lia said, weakly in her head and Elena's eyes widened but it could not stay like that for long as her eyes closed and she slowly fell to the floor.

He had hoped he would walk away with a beauty instead. When they left, Tessa was about to grill her mother about the loan she took when she realised she was motionless on the ground. Her brows furrowed and a sense of unease settled in her stomach. “Mom?” She called out and rushed towards her, only to gasp when she saw the blood trickling from Elena’s mouth. She was unconscious but she was still alive. Quickly, Tessa booked a cab and took her to the hospital. She was waiting outside the emergency room when the doctor on duty stepped out.