Katherine’s stomach cramped so hard that woke her up in the middle of night.
She felt her stomach sick and wanted to vomit, feeling it burning.
That feeling sucked.
She got up, not fully awake yet and headed over to the bathroom.
And she covered her stomach and didn't even turn on the light.
Fumbling to the side of the sink, she poured out all
She thought what she spit out was gastric acid juice water. For the switch was right at her side, she finally found that the sink was full of blood after she turned on the bathroom light.
She closed her eyes, it's not like this hadn't happened before.
So it wasn't enough to make her panic.
She turned on the tap to rinse off the blood and then rinsed her mouth.
Then she bent down and climbed back to the bed.
Fumbling her phone out from next to her pillow, she checked the time, it was just one o’clock in the morning.
She laughed, for some reason.
If she died here in the middle of the night, no one would even know.
When feeling bad, people tend to be pessimistic.
She lay down for a while, waiting for the dawn, but it seemed to be more and more uncomfortable.
After less than ten minutes, the nausea returned.
She got up again and went to the bathroom.
After spitting out a few mouthfuls of gastric mixed with blood, she decided to call for help.
She hurried back to bed in daze, thinking she had to call Peter, the only one she could ask for help.
Her stomach cramps worse, which made her in a cold sweat.
She shivered and turned the phone to the contact page.
She squinted her eyes and looked carefully at the name list.
Once she found Peter's number, she dialed it right away.
The phone beeped, she put the phone down and covered her stomach and shrank to the side.
It felt like a while before she heard a voice on the phone.
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