Elsa Sakit Novels & Stories

“Hello?” Ellyse answered Kai’s call, her heart was beating so fast. For some reason, whatever happened between her and Riden earlier made her feel guilty. “Hello, Ellyse, Claire’s sick. She’s asking for you, where are you?” Kai’s voice was urgent, he sounded worried and agitated. “What? How did she get sick? I’m stranded somewhere,” She said before glancing over at Riden who raised a brow at her like he’s asking her what’s going on.

**Elara Falls Ill** The once-bustling den of the pack, a place of laughter and camaraderie, had transformed into a sanctuary of despair, shrouded in a somber stillness that was almost palpable. In the heart of this space, nestled among the softest of grasses and verdant leaves, lay Elara, the pack's esteemed healer—her presence a calming beacon now muted by the grasp of illness. A heavy silence enveloped the den, punctuated only by her shallow, labored breaths and the anxious shuffling of her companions, Caden and Lily, who were desperately trying to provide solace during this harrowing time.

Frida:- it's not that, I feel frustrated he is about to hurt you and I let him go without doing anything. Elsaa slaps him. Elsa:- what you think killing will solve anything ends up killing you, and it's not that of a matter. Frida:- but it's you, I can't do anything for you, you are the person who helps me to experience so many things I am grateful. Elsa:- I am grateful to you, I am fine, everything going to be alright, can tell me how can you move from your wheelchair? Frida:- my leg got fractured, I should leave the wheel one day ago but I thought this chair get me special treatment from you.

She is our route out of this place. ‘I can, Eira. However, I doubt I can give her complete healing. She looks almost damaged. It will take so much from me to bring her to her full self,’ Elisa whispered. ‘Whatever you can do, Elisa. It will be ok with me. I only want her to be able to speak.’ ‘Fine. Lie her on the floor.’ With Elisa’s order, I carefully lay the lady on the floor. Her back on it. ‘Place your hand on her chest and shut your eyes.’

- Elsa rushed into my room as she rushed up to meet me. "I don't know, I just feel sick," - I replied, as I started vomiting again. After washing up my face, I walked out from the washroom with the help of Elsa holding me for support as I was having headache too "Since when did all this one started? Have you spoken to your mother about it?" Elsa asked me, but I shook my head and replied to her - "No. I cannot tell mom that I'm sick." "Then what if it get worst? You have to let your mother know" - Elsa said.

He ran to get his medical equipment after laid Thea on the bed. "Forget it. I'm fine, Kay!" "You shivered all the way home, Young Lady, if you forgot!" his stern tone was clear. "Are you really not going to leave before checking on me?" "Absolutely!" "Shivered? My lady, are you sick?" Elisa sounded almost crying. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were sick before leaving." "I'm fine, Elis. Can you leave me for a bit? Just with a little rest I'll be fine."

“It’ll only worsen the pain.” Her gaze never left Luca. She scanned him desperately—his tiny chest rising and falling, his face peaceful, untouched by fear or pain. Only then did the tension in her body ease slightly. “He’s fine,” Robert said softly, understanding her wordless panic. “Luca is fine. He’s healthy. Completely unharmed.” Only after hearing those words did Elisa finally exhale, her breath shuddering as tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. “How… long?” she whispered weakly. “How long was I… unconscious?”

Selena stood up. Celine nodded, and Selena left with a mischievous smirk. In the hallway, Selena pulled out her phone and sent a message: [Elsa… hurry and come here. Make up an excuse that your stomach hurts too.] A moment later Elsa checked her phone: [Okay. On my way.] “Celine, I’m going to the bathroom too. My stomach suddenly hurts,” Elsa said while holding her stomach dramatically. “How can your stomach hurt too?” Celine asked, confused.

“Elias—why are you hurt? Why didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Elias lifted a hand, stopping her before she could touch his side. “I’m fine, Serena.” “You are not fine,” she snapped, sounding so much like Allison that Dakota’s lips twitched despite everything. “You look like you got hit by a truck! What happened? Did someone attack you? Did something go wrong at work?” “Serena—” Elias warned. Dakota stepped forward instinctively, wanting to shield him, wanting to protect him from stressing himself. “He was shot,” she said softly.

“I just don’t want to talk about things that hurt me. If I keep dwelling on the past, there’s no point in being here trying to start over.” She jumps up from the bed on impulse. The room immediately spins around her. “Eloá?!” her sister calls out, alarmed. Through the video call, Elisa watches the phone slip from her sister’s hand and crash onto the floor as the image shakes violently. “Eloá! Answer me!” she calls again, her voice tense. “I’m fine,” Eloá murmurs, trying to sound steady. “I just got a little dizzy from standing up too fast.” “Have you been sleeping well? Are you eating properly?”