Elsa Sakit Novels & Stories

She would look death in the face and laugh; that was my Elena. A flutter down the corridor caught my attention, and I saw her friend Isaac sprinting towards us. He reaches us, completely out of breath, and composes himself before looking at me with tears in his eyes. He grips my shoulders. “How… How is she? Is she okay…? What happened? I just saw her at Uni, we were just texting!” He stutters out in his broken Scottish accent and crumbles to the floor in a fit of sobs. Elijah looks at me with a confused expression, but I get down on the floor with Isaac. “I know,” I say, and place my hand on his shoulder. “She is still in theatre, so I am not aware of how she is doing as yet. Let’s place our

Sara nervously twisted her fingers together. "You look well." Elsie smiled politely. "So do you." Another awkward silence followed. Finally, Sara spoke. "I owe you an apology." Elsie looked at her quietly. "I know saying sorry won't change anything." "It won't." Sara nodded sadly. "I never meant to hurt you." Elsie let out a slow breath. "I believe you." Sara blinked. "You do?" "I believe you didn't intend to." She met her sister's eyes. "But you still did."

Isla had tears in her eyes. "This is what I was telling you. You are not fine. You need to take care of yourself. I brought Elder Elric here because he's the only one who can tell us what's wrong with you. It's fine if you don't care about my efforts, but can you please not neglect your own health? You won't be able to do anything for Daisy if you're sick! Don't forget that!" Isla chided. I was still confused and trying to make sense of everything that was going on.

Only the wind outside made a soft, howling sound. She placed her hand gently over her belly. "I'm sorry, little one," she whispered. "I don’t know what to do yet, but I promise I’ll protect you." A few huts away, Selena was speaking with the healer. “I want stronger medicine for Elara,” Selena said, her arms crossed. “She’s been sick for weeks. Weak. Always tired. I thought your herbs were supposed to help her.” The old healer didn’t answer right away. She was mixing dried leaves and roots, her hands moving slow.

It was just so unlucky that she had to sit beside the irritating man. “It’s not my fault that the path has holes! He can’t even thank me that I sacrificed a part of my skirt just to stop that bleeding wound.” Good thing she chose wearing skirts that day. Margarette just wouldn’t give up every inch of cloth she had on. “Finrod, she’s right. Why don’t you just thank her?” “It’s just the right thing to do. After all, she’s the reason why I have been hit.” “It’s not my fault that I—”, Ellaine was cut off in midsentence.

Maya said before leaning back on Elise and closing her eyes, you could see the smile still plastered on her face. "Let's hurry, she must be hungry now," Tilda said getting up, her black pants filled with sand. She never bothered with the dirt and got up to help Elise hold her mother, but her leg could not move. "Elise you are hurt, let me see it, why didn't you say anything," Tilda said as she examined the wound. " This is nothing, just help me up, weh ave to get aunt Maya out of here, who knows what that crazy woman might do next." Elise said. Tilda however brushed her hand over the wound and it got healed immediately.

Elsa truthfully said, and Gabriel smiles at her. “Today is not the day. I will take this payment another time because your shoulder has not healed yet. You need rest, also pleasing me is tough. You might faint from exhaustion.” Elsa doesn’t understand what this means, so she asked to gain experience, “Why would I faint? Do I have to jump and run?”

“Get a healer now!” Elsa coughed, crimson staining her lips. “No.” Her voice was weak, but it cut through the chaos. “No,” she repeated, more firmly. “There is no time.” Elise shook her head violently. “No, you’re not dying. Not like this. I can fix this. I can—” Elsa reached up with trembling hands and gripped Elise’s face. Her palms were cold. “You must listen to me,” Elsa said. Tears streamed down Elise’s face, blurring her vision. “Don’t say this. Please don’t say this.”

"Mummy why do you look a bit tired, Elisa will be good and I hope Mummy is good too." Elisa looked as if she was a little worried about Hermosa. She was a little bashful and felt her face burning. Naturally she didn't know what had happened between her and Brent last night. The child's innocent and kind gaze made Hermosa ashamed. Elisa's illness had come on hard, but had recovered quickly, and Ray said it was because she had been able to eat her supplements for some time and her immune system had improved, and she would be discharged this afternoon after a final check-up.

"I know, Blakey. I'm useless, aren't I? I have this strange illness and have become a burden to you and Yasmin..." Elise sounded increasingly pitiful as she spoke. Her tears flowed ceaselessly. Blake felt helpless and handed her a tissue. "It's not your fault. No one wants to be sick. Don't think too much about it," he comforted her. "Okay." Elise nodded and asked sadly, "Blakey, you won't leave me, right?"