You Have Died Of Dysentery の小説・ストーリー

I whinced trying to turn to lay with my side. I was in pain all for no reason. "Am going to die..."I muttered to myself. "My head..my waist, my tummy"I didn't know where the pain was coming from. I must have eaten something I wasn't supposed to eat. "Bri"Diego finally called. "Am gonna die"I muttered again but I guess he heard me. "What's happening to you?" "Am dying" "No your not" "Am feeling really dizzy." "Do you want me to take you to the doctor"

She was the family member of a retired top official from Croma who'd returned to her hometown in Jenton to spend her later years. Recently, she'd fallen seriously ill with sudden, severe vomiting and diarrhea without pain. She was also dehydrated, had generalized muscle cramps, and signs of peripheral circulatory failure. Specialists from the leading hospitals in various big cities, along with famous doctors from Jenton, had all taken turns examining and treating her. However, no one had been able to nurse her back to health. When Joseph entered the conference room, he didn't rush to offer an opinion—not that he had the standing to speak yet. He simply stood to the side, quietly going throug

She looked at me, her eyes wide and watery. "Twelve percent," she whispered. Her voice was thin, reedy. "Dysentery. Dehydration. The... the dust." My stomach twisted. A hard, cold knot formed under my ribs. Twelve percent. That wasn't a statistic. That was dead bodies piling up in the alleys. I could feel the phantom weight of the crown I had crushed—the responsibility was heavier than the stone ever was. "Ishara," I said. I turned to the former Commander. "Divert the water."

Adeline “ My son, there is no way I can be discharged! My intestines hurt... “ protested the elderly woman in room number 5. “ But, ma'am... You don't show any signs or symptoms of any problem! You've been here for three months... We'll do it like this, I'll discharge you and, whatever, you'll come back “ said the doctor. “ If I leave this hospital, I'm going to die… I'm already dying! he insisted.

After saying that, she ran out. Among all of them, only Bowman was the calmest. After all, he was a forensic doctor. He dealt with corpses every day. There were also many corpses from criminal cases. He had seen how disgusting they were. However, the crazy behavior of these people still shocked him. “In fact, if we just took out the intestines, people wouldn’t die. The real death is mechanical intestinal obstruction. This will cause strangulation intestinal obstruction and intestinal necrosis and will cause infection and sepsis. If we can send them to the hospital in time for treatment, they can be salvaged. However, Barnett lost too much blood, so he will definitely die.”

Over the next seven days, Ethan would suffer excruciatingly. On the first day, he would experience severe vomiting and diarrhea. On the second, his skin would begin to fester. By the third, it would feel as though ants were gnawing at his internal organs. Over the span of seven days, he would suffer escalating symptoms until he died a gruesome death. "What… What did you do to me?" Ethan's face turned pale with terror. Felix's medical expertise surpassed his own, and he knew better than to dismiss the warning as idle talk.

The flesh had peeled and rotted while they still breathed, the way Elowen had described, the way the man on the path had looked. One of them, a young one, had a face that had collapsed in on itself, hollow where the eyes should be. It was impossible to tell anymore. Whether the war had killed them or the sickness had. They blurred together now, the two deaths, until they were the same thing. The smell reached me. I turned and ran for the nearest corner, behind a stack of supply crates, and threw up everything in my stomach. I heaved until there was nothing left, and then I kept heaving, my whole body shaking, tears streaming down my face.

For a moment, I froze, staring at the figure on the cold, metal table. Was this really him? The man who had caused so much pain and destruction? The man I had cursed in my nightmares? My fingers curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms as I turned to the healer. “What... What happened to him?” My voice cracked, and I hated how weak I sounded, how small. The healer, a woman with kind but weary eyes, stepped forward cautiously, as if I might shatter at the slightest provocation. “Severe dehydration and malnutrition,” she said softly. “He starved to death.”

Mikael chuckled at their antiques but nodded his confirmation nonetheless. “Why did they disown you?” Scarlett asked a bit sad, Mikael was an amazing person. “I could the Spanish fever which was uncurable, so instead of staying with me till I kicked the bucket they had the male staff carry me into the woods with my bedsheets and left me to die.” He said

Prolonged trauma. I swallowed hard. You don’t need a degree to understand what that means. I closed my eyes, and Sade’s face came to me immediately. The way she looked at me when she thought I might leave. The way she tried to be strong even as she broke. “She never stopped protecting you,” I said quietly, like Sade could hear me across the ocean. Her mother had been broken before her body ever failed. I leaned forward again and read the last page. Cause of death: Complications related to prolonged, untreated infection and organ failure.