You Have Died Of Dysentery นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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!?

I said to him. "He was constantly having stomachache. And, one day, he just... suddenly lost so much weight. He would consistently vomit again and again, to the point where he would faint every now and then. I was there. Every time. But I didn't do anything. I just thought it was a stomach ulcer or stomach flu. I didn't think it was that serious." Another tear escaped his eyes. "I blamed his death on me. Every time."

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."

"But he never woke up." Current Seraphina covered her mouth. Current Killian staggered backward. "No." Nyx's smile widened. "Oh yes. He died at six. Fragment Sickness. Slow. Painful. Unavoidable." Older Seraphina hugged the blanket tighter. "He kept asking... 'Did Daddy forget me?'" Killian dropped his sword. The sound echoed, loud and painful. Because he could imagine it: Aiden, weak, burning with fever, waiting, hoping, believing—and dying without ever seeing him.

It didn’t matter how much Jonah rubbed my hand to warm it; the bruises remained on my pale skin. The doctor coldly put a report in front of them. “This is the autopsy report. She’s been sick for at least three months. During these three months, she was severely malnourished. All she had in her stomach was cheap vitamin pills and nothing else. “Her bloodstream is made up mostly of immature white blood cells. Without treatment, the late stage of this illness causes agonizing pain. How did she handle it?”

"Someone call an ambulance. Call somebody. Call—" She fumbled her phone out with shaking hands. It hit the floor. She tried to pick it up. She tried again, and again, and couldn't manage it. Mrs. Hayes stepped forward to help and Mama shoved her away. "Daisy isn't dead. Daisy isn't dead." "Her organs had been failing for some time," the medic said quietly. "None of you noticed anything wrong?" "It would have been an extremely painful death. Bruising over the whole body, even light pressure would have been agonizing. Constant nosebleeds. The pain in her organs would have been like being repeatedly struck by something blunt. By the end, she would have been struggling to breathe."

I admitted, adding, “dizzy.” “That’s to be expected. You're experiencing severe dehydration from the laxatives we found in your system. Thankfully your body pushed most of it out before we pumped your stomach. It’s a good thing your boyfriend here found you in time for us to assist or your baby, and possibly your life, would have been at risk.” Maybe I was avoiding processing the fact that I almost died from some spiked soup, but instead of focusing on my prognosis, my eyes widened at one word. “Boyfriend?” I gasped. “He’s not my…”

Outside, there were many who lie on the streets, shouting in grief while trying to get into the facility. Those who were infected suffer from boils and looked too pale. It seemed that this disease is purging their blood out and turn them white and weak—leading to sudden death. The epidemic has spread throughout the village and it seemed that no one could escape the curse. This is happening again. The scenario was so familiar with Sarah, except that this time, death had come too quickly.

Without a doubt, she had also infected Hector. She died soon after. Hector, on the other hand, did not develop any symptoms. However, he went to the hospital to check and found that he had already been infected. The virus was already in his blood and he has to take medicine for the rest of his life. Also, he had to pay attention to his own health from then on. At that moment, Hector felt like he was going to die. Not only could he not be a man for the rest of this life anymore, but he was even infected with a dirty disease.