You Have Died Of Dysentery の小説・ストーリー

"In that case, thank you, Mr. Farmer.." Zachary heard a scream from behind when he returned to his seat. Keith slipped near the bar counter. Sandra and Zachary stepped forward to help him up. Zachary asked, "What's wrong with him?" Sandra knew that he had gastroenteritis, and the spicy food must have triggered him. "He has gastroenteritis. Can anyone send him to the hospital?" Zachary kicked Keith slightly and sneered, "Still trying to pretend to be strong when you can't take it? How foolish."

The crowd with filled with indignation when they heard this. “Simple food poison?!” somebody snarled, “I got diarrhea for a week straight! I almost died out of dehydration! How would you like to have some bad food?” “And that was not even the worst thing he did!” A young man pushed across the crowd and came to the front. His eyes were glinting with fury tears.

Detective Joe said. "The pilot and the unknown man had died alongside the air hostess except your father" Detective Joe said. "Really? thats suspicious." Justin said. Detective Joe sighed heavily. "Don't you find it suspicious as well?" Justin asked. "I do, now there's the bombshell," Detective Joe said. "I got a forensic report on the man who died and in here, it says that the man who died had Crohn's disease besieged in his intestinal tract," Detective Joe said. "Voracious cancer?" Justin asked.

The nurse replied, “We still need to wait for the doctor to get back before we’ll know. But from what I can see, it’s gastroenteritis. It shouldn’t be a big problem. Don’t worry, Madam.” Elizabeth said depressingly, “How can gastroenteritis hurt for so long? I’ve never had that kind of pain.” The nurse laughed and said, “Different bodies react differently. Madam’s body may be perfectly fine, but maybe Mr. Ford's digestive system is weak, to begin with.”

She had an upset stomach and was now passing out liquid excrete. Bent in her purging position, she began pondering on what could have triggered such. For the past two days she hadn't had something to eat except... "It's that fucking chunk of meat," Dale cursed and resumed her groaning. She screamed at the top of her voice that one would think she was in labour. She had stolen a warthog's meat. Which was not properly cooked. The unhealthily prepared meat of the dirty snorting creature had poisoned her.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

her mom retorted, "What happened to him?" Doyin asked, "He fell sick, and we don't have money to take him to the hospital, he suffered a lot, but he died later" her mom said, "Sorry about that mom" Doyin said, "It's alright" her mom said, "How have you been coping with life?" Doyin asked, "Things Is not easy at all, since your father had died, I have feeding from hands to mouth" her mom explained, "What do you think you can do to solve the problems?" Doyin asked,

Even Penny thought that it was unbelievable. Composed, Woody replied, "There was a young mother on the plane, and her baby wouldn't stop crying. That caused a lot of frustrations to the passengers onboard, so she had no choice but to explain to everyone that her son had contracted a weird disease. "Everyday, he would have diarrhea and would be severely dehydrated. The condition was so bad that it was life-threatening, but local doctors were out of wits. So, she had to seek medical help in Andorry."

"Of course, it doesn't hurt. You've probably lost all sensation by now. The muscles in your rectum are completely necrotic. From your records, it looks like you've been having frequent diarrhea recently." Rufus nodded grimly. "That's because your diet has been far too greasy, so it led to severe intestinal issues. You shouldn't have been eating fish, meat, or shrimp. A lighter diet might have helped delay the damage," the doctor said. After finishing the last of his report, he handed it to Rufus and stated, "There's no chance for recovery. Based on the wounds, there's been continuous irritation and trauma, which accelerated the necrosis. "You waited over three months before seeking treatment

I scowled, and she cracked up. "Turns out it's chronic. Terminal. The doctors claim I only have so much fight left in me. They had a treatment plan, the final one, and I was excited to see you again. To go home. But I got the news on Friday that it had failed. There’s nothing they can do.” “I don’t buy that.” I shook my head, bringing my laptop to research it. I know the basics. Too much sugar or too little. Why would someone die from it?