You Have Died Of Dysentery Novels & Stories

Diana turned around and asked with concern, "Ms. Taylor, what's wrong?" "It's nothing. My stomach has been a little uncomfortable lately. I probably ate something bad," Ms. Taylor replied. Upon hearing this, Diana had a sudden realization. She remembered that in her previous life, Ms. Taylor had died of stomach cancer during her senior year, and it had been too late to treat it by then. She passed away in less than six months. Thinking of this, Diana quickly said, "Ms. Taylor, you should get a physical check-up tomorrow. Small illnesses left untreated can easily become serious."

The prank The members of the Delgado didn't wait for the doctor to state the obvious from the look on his face before they began mourning. "Grandpa can't be dead yet, he's a fighter, he can't just leave us like that" Edna cried bitterly. "We are sorry, we did our best to save him but his organs were failing, and like I had said earlier. It was a fifty out of fifty. I am pretty sure if he was younger then he would have survived" the doctor said sadly.

I was broken, bleeding, and probably might even die in seconds. Unable to go any further, I dropped my body, coughing furiously, my entire body screaming in pain while my stomach argued for food. I hadn’t even gotten the chance to get anything in. My head collided with the bin behind me as I closed my eyes unable to do anything for myself. I was going to die here, I realized, either from hunger or an infection. There was just no way I could see around this. If I’d made it out without injuries, I could’ve more than helped myself. But my back felt raw, my head ached, and I was limping from the wound on my feet. I won’t last a day. Everything was destroyed and who knows how far I’d have to trav

Carla’s POV “I am sorry, but we lost them” the doctor announced, each word dragged as he let out a heavy breath. “Lost them? What does that mean?” I thought, staring at the doctor blankly. “What do you mean by lost them? They just had stomachache and bleeding noses. So, how could they have died from that?” Carlos’ trembling, yet loud voice asked. He was anxious but tried his best to be as calm as he could be. “Those signs they showed before giving up, could be likened to food poison, but we can’t be certain until we conduct an autopsy on them. I am sorry for your loss, Mr. Carlos” the doctor sympathized, before excusing himself.

After that, he turned around and gave the Sacred Spring Water to Fiona, who he said needed "recovery." Vivian wiped her tears and looked at him coldly. "You took her only chance to survive and gave it to someone else. You killed Daisy!" When Vincent heard those words, he started shaking. His strength gave out, and he dropped to the floor. "So she really was sick... I thought she was just causing trouble. I killed her..." Then something seemed to hit him. He lifted his head suddenly. "Soul Decay Syndrome is a fatal condition caused by long-term depression and emotional distress. Daisy was my Luna. She never suffered like that. How could she have gotten something like this?"

Grandma said, "Lay Ash down, Frank." Dad's hands trembled, but he still held onto me tightly. He then choked out, "Ash isn't dead, Mom. He's just—" Grandma cut him off, saying, "He's already dead, Frank. He died from a fever after you locked him up in the storage room the entire night."

I shouted, my legs trembling as I looked for something to steady myself. "No, it’s not salmonella, it’s Norovirus," Idris corrected me. I ended the call and made my way to the car. "I was ready to kill that witch with nothing but my bare hands!"

I whipped toward him, shoving the shovel into the earth. “You will have to be more elaborate than that,” I said to him, frowning at his antics. “At first, I thought it was a coincidence but I went into the market today and people were complaining about the same thing. One woman particularly had been wailing about the loss of her child.” My blood ran cold, someone was dead again? “Wait, someone died? When? You need to start again, what happened with the water?” “Sir, I think there is some sort of sickness in the water source which kills people who drink it,” he said.

“I have your test results but I want to make sure not to misdiagnose you. Can you explain me again the symptoms you’ve been experiencing the past few days?” “I throw up in the morning. My headaches became more frequent and I also feel dizzy often. I get tired quickly unlike before. I also feel sore in some parts of my body and I think my appetite became bigger, I don’t know if that’s essential information but yeah. Also, my sense of smell became more sensitive.” She scans the documents she’s holding which made me more nervous. “Why? Is it bad? Am I terminally ill? Am I dying?” She looks at me and chuckled while shaking her head. “No, no, you can relax. You are not terminally ill and you are

He did not deserve to die like that, all because of who he was and how he loved. He died there on the street in Layla arms before help could arrive. Layla wasn't the same after that. Everyone assumed it was the depression when her health started failing her. She had been diagnosed with cystic fibrosis when she was a baby, so she was no stranger to illness. With a lung transplant and other experimental treatment, she had lived to be twenty-seven, when doctors never thought that she would make it out of her teens. That is abserious condition and it is deadly, but Layla Denise Albertson Millman was a fighter. But when she contracted AIDS, it quickly destroyed her already compromised immune syst