Bluey Sick Novelas e Histórias

“Mabes, did you see the video I sent you?” ‘Isn’t that obvious?!’ Mable was anxious. “Tracey, what happened to Blair?” “Mabes, he… He’s sick. The doctor came to see him, and he’s been taking medication but hasn’t gotten any better. Instead, it’s getting worse. Sob… Mabes, he’s so pitiful. Is he going to die…?” “How come? What did the doctor say? Wasn’t he fine a few days ago?” “The doctor couldn’t figure it out either. I’m not sure…”

He said and decisively went to the carriage. But, Reyan stopped him. "Really. Hail already told you that it was a mental sickness, and so your power will have no effect even if you try to heal him." He told him. "But..." Blue muttered and lowered his head. His tears fell. If something happens to Hail, I – He thought and sobbed. "I don't want him to get hurt..." he cried and fell on his knees. He changed to his fairy form. "Blue..." Mahi sighed and rubbed his back. "Calm down. He will be alright." He told him. "We will find a doctor tomorrow, so he will be fine. Stop crying now.” he said.

Toes curling in the boots that she struggled to barely squeeze in to. Like an old dog, her mother cocked her head. “And why would I be?” “Because I’m miserable,” “I don’t hate you, Blue.” “You just love watching people suffer then?” Marian sighed. “I envy you.” “Why would you?” Blue paused. Set down the fork she’d been squeezing the life from. Scooted her plate toward the center of the table. “I’m sure you’ve been in communication with Sandra about my condition?”

Axel said and I blushed. "What's with the pet names?" I asked, taking a seat. "What? Don't you like them, sunshine?" Lee said, wriggling his brows. I laughed, running a hand through my hair. "Speaking of which, have you seen my brother?" Axel asked. "Yeah, that's right. I haven't seen him today" Lee said, frowning slightly. "He's not feeling well. It's not that bad. It's just a fever and he's hungover too" I said. Lee's gaze softened.

Cleo stood up and held me steady "Blue ? " " Give a minute to catch my breath I'll be fine . " Cleo placed her palm on my neck and forehead. "You are burning up, sit down . " I did as I was told "We aren't going anywhere.I am calling in Brent. You are sick and I'm worried." "don't I've been keeping something from you." ©#KCMmuoe

Artemis Seeing Blue run the way she did and hearing her get sick sent me into a panic. For a second I thought there was something with the food but we ate the same thing and I’m fine. I don’t know what to do. I’ve never taken care of someone before. Do I call a doctor? Does she need medicine? What brought this on? I have so many questions that Blue is in no position to answer right now. Feeling ridiculous but needing help I quickly text Max.

"When I apologised for beating him up, he told me about Edward’s plan and we came up with one of our own. We never knew about the gun though." "Oh, God," Lexi gasped. "Was it a real gun? I felt so damn sure it was—" "It was an M9-A1 BB gun," Sam said. "Looks pretty much identical to a real handgun and they said he could have taken your eye out at close range if I didn't... you know..." Sam pulled a face and made a stabbing gesture. "He's going to be okay right?" Lexi asked. "Well... yes... aside from the punctured lung and paranoid schizophrenia." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Have a boyfriend? Get married? Like that's ever going to happen, Little Miss Picky! And there it was. Stab number three. "Right," I said weakly, even as a part of me marvelled at my ability to get straight back up again and volunteer for another assault. "Maybe not. But I'm not going to be here for Christmas anyway. And I'm not going to be here tomorrow, either. I'm sorry, but—" "You're sorry?" she shrieked, the sudden increase in volume startling Bluey enough for him to leap from the chair and scuttle away. "Sorry? After all this time, you still think saying sorry makes everything all right? You think that—?"

she breathed. He was still on the floor, chest rising and falling slowly. She crawled toward him, brushing the hair off his forehead. “Wake up, please.” His eyelids twitched. Then, with a soft groan, his eyes opened—blue again, clear as ice. “Sienna?” Relief flooded her. “You’re here.” He blinked, confusion flickering across his face. “What happened?” “You were fighting Vale,” she said quickly. “He tried to overwrite you. I linked in to help. It… worked.”

BLUE’S POV. Troy gently touched my head, concerned in his voice as he placed the herbal tea next to the coffee table. "What is wrong with you, Blue? You have had a fever all morning." "I am alright, just a bit stressed, but I am confident I will be much better tomorrow, so please do not worry too much about me," I replied softly feeling a bit tired. Troy shook his head, his worry evident. "You said that yesterday, but today you seem even sicker than before."