You Have Died Of Dysentery Novels & Stories

Penny felt exhausted and worried even more that he would not make it. Thankfully, he was wheeled out from the operating theater at one in the morning. Jackson lay on the stretcher, his face deathly pale. The anesthesia had not worn off fully yet, but he could already hear what people around him were saying. He heard Penny asking the doctor, “Was it food poisoning?” “It was a restricted chemical that has extremely high mortality rates, Ms. Sullivan. He would probably have lost his life if he had taken even just another sip of his soup.

ADRIAN CASTILLO I sat beside Sophia on the bed with tears in my eyes. It hurts seeing her this way and I wasn't here for her. The doctor said it was typhoid and thankfully the symptoms were seen in the first week so it would be easier to cure her. He assured me that she would be fine after taking antibiotics. The fact all of this started in the morning and I could only be by her side at night hurt me. Made me feel bad. I still had some investigations to do. I was sure she wouldn't eat contaminated food or bad water intentionally. There are also symptoms but the doctor thinks that's the major cause of her case.

He urgently called for a doctor. After examining her, the doctor's face showed unprecedented panic. "This is acute gastroenteritis, and it's severe. Dehydration is already setting in! Given the limited resources available, there isn't much I can do to help."

I almost fainted when he finished narrating everything. My body just froze. "What? So yummy right?" I feel like throwing up. I felt like I wanted to throw it all up so my divine stomach can't process it. But I stopped. I don't want to satisfy him. Instead, I just drank some more water to wash down all of it, hoping it would just go out. "Was it...clean? And...safe?" I asked. "I think." He said. "There were some reported cases about some contaminated food, some getting sent to a hospital and getting typhoid fever, some don't even feel something, not even knowing the cause after days, and just..." He trailed off dramatically for effect, "dies."

The stench rose like rot and spoiled meat. "No, no, no. Not like this. I'm not ready to die," Andrew sobbed as tears and snot ran together. Percy and Gideon stared in horror. They pulled back their own dressings and prayed the infection had spared them. Hope collapsed at once. Rusted bolts had driven deep into muscle. Infection had taken hold, and the lack of antibiotics or food sealed their fate. The pain pushed them close to madness. Their screams tore through the room. Diana trembled in the corner. She grabbed her phone and messaged Cyrus.

"No, dear, it's dangerous to sit here, go sit with your brother." "Allow me sit with you." I said, looking at him with a cute puppy eyes until he agreed. The drive home was smooth and when we got home, I saw mother who had a smile on her face. I couldn't help but notice she didn't look as healthy as I had expected. Concerned, I asked, "what's up with you? You look pale." "Ah, it's dysentery and diarrhea due to food poisoning from the bad food, I've been battling with it for a while, but I'll be fine."

Should I leave this family? [May, 2024: William made me give up my bedroom for Joy and gave her all the dresses Mom left for me. I’m beginning to think that perhaps Dad and Mom aren’t the only ones who died in the accident. Maybe the William who used to love me dearly died with them, too.] I saw William cradling his head and screaming like he had lost his mind after he finished reading my diary. After that, he asked the doctor if they could keep my body in cryogenesis so that it would not rot.

Even though i know its not safe to drink, dehydration kills faster than an upset stomach. That's how my day went, small moments of work frequently interrupted by breaks to go to the bathroom or to drink water. I have a very long night ahead of me again. The next day I can barely drag myself out of the clearing. The only thing that gave me the strength to get out of the primitive bed of leaves was the message I received: I can't die this way! I refuse to accept it! I don't know who i was before i lost my memory, I don't know if i was a soldier or a clerk, but dying from stomach issues... where is the dignity in that!?

They didn't receive any responses for the messages they sent too. Samuel's emotions spiraled out of control. In a trembling voice, he asked, "How could they die just like that? How could someone die at home without anyone else noticing?" The private investigator sighed, clearly reluctant to deliver the harsh details he uncovered. "It's been a while, so much of Ms. Zucker's information is difficult to trace. According to the village committee, it seems she developed a systemic infection after donating her bone marrow. As for the child… he starved to death. He stayed with his mother's body for several days. It was terrible."

I said nothing, just let the word linger in the sterile air, and at this moment, it felt heavier than the fluorescent light that hung above us. My stomach dropped to the pit as I finally spoke up, my voice low, barely above a whisper. “N…no” I shook my head, my voice cracked. “I'm sorry, Miss” he said again, scanning the test results once more. “The tests are all conclusive and no decision was made rashly. The sickness is already in its advanced stages. And your body has been holding up for so long….but unfortunately….” He paused, taking a deep breath. “It can't anymore. You have less than nine months to live”