“I was flying from Bangkok to NZ.
My dad was a little pale before we boarded the flight but we figured he was just tired.
I was 14 at the time and I fell asleep half an hour in and woke up a few hours later to absolute panic.
I had no idea what the heck was going on but the smell that I woke up to was the absolute worst I’ve ever smelt, even ten years later, it is still #1 the worst smell I have ever encountered.
I just remember looking over to my dad and there was blood everywhere.
On the seats, on the walls, on the floor, everywhere.
That’s what the smell was. Blood. Lots of blood.
We got moved to first-class (not as exciting under these conditions) and some rich dude wearing snakeskin was more than happy to leave to give up the room.
I thought that was pretty nice of him.
I sat on one side and my father and mother were kind of towards the back away from me on the other side.
A doctor came in too (luckily) and was assisting.
Flight attendants were consoling me and telling me everything was going to be OK, but I looked over their shoulders out of curiosity and saw my dad sitting on the window seat, hand kind of knocking on the window while his eyes were rolling back and he was projectile vomiting blood.
We left the plane as soon as we touched down, since we didn’t go through any security we had our bags quickly checked in some sort of holding room, I fainted because there were so many people in the room and also what the heck just happened.
Also THAT SMELL!!
Then we all went to the hospital, my brother was getting married the next day so we all went and visited my dad after, even the bride it was pretty cool.
He turned out to have an ulcer in his stomach which ruptured due to taking certain medications.”
