Novel & Cerita Elsa Sakit

After some minutes, her body calmed and she strolled out tiredly. "What happened? What did you have for breakfast?" Her mother asked, giving her a suspicious look. "I got a sandwich from a roadside seller," She replied, cleaning her mouth with a towel. "Maybe that's the reason," "I don't think so, mum. I have been having these funny feelings since three days ago. I think it is malaria," Elsa retorted calmly. Just as she finished speaking, one of the nurses in the hospital entered the room. "Thank God you are here, Nurse Rose. Take Elsa with you and help me run a few tests on her," Her Mother told the nurse, pushing Elsa to her.

April was sitting by her bedside, anxiety visible on her face while Jay and the doctor were on their feet. Elsa's limbs were heavy and every inch of her skin burned with a feverish heat. Sweat poured from her pores, soaking her clothes until they clung uncomfortably to her body. There was the insistent throbbing in her head and the pain from the bite on her neck had not faded away in the least. The insides of her mouth was parched and her throat was desert dry and itchy. Her breath came out in short raspy groans. 'so hot ' Elsa felt incredibly sick. she couldn't realised when last she had felt this weak and ill. It was like she was struggling on her last breath and she craved for nothing mor

Vivian was so nervous.Elsa was suffering from fever since Tuesday .Her mother had taken a leave to attend her.There was no chance of meeting her or speaking to her on the phone.To top it all he had got a call from Elsa's father asking him to meet him at his hospital.What the hell! Was he going to blame him for her sickness or file a case against him? It was actually his fault he should have listened to Elsa and first sought permission from her parents,then got married legally.He was given an hour time to visit him.He was almost there...but gathering courage to go in.Finally he entered the hospital and was asked to wait .After an hour he was summoned.

"Say something." I turned toward the camera with a blank expression and flatly said, "Hello, everyone. I'm Elsa." For a brief moment, the live chat went completely still. Mom let out an awkward laugh. "Sorry, everyone. Elsa's just a little shy. I've kept her too sheltered, so she's not used to strangers." "What's going on? That kid doesn't seem normal." "Yeah, she's moving weirdly, like a robot." Just then, one of the lab technicians rushed in with panic written all over his face. "Ms. Hills! Something's wrong with Elsa. Her vitals are dropping fast, and they're almost at zero."

My stomach growled, reminding me I'd skipped lunch again. My pack communication device buzzed. James Foster's name flashed on the screen. I hesitated before answering. "Hello?" "Elara." His voice softened immediately. "I have good news. Sasha's regained consciousness." Relief flooded through me. "Is she okay?" "She's out of danger," James confirmed. "The pack healers managed to neutralize the silver poisoning." "Thank the moon," I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. "She's asking for you," he added. "She's emotionally unstable, but knowing you're there might help."

Tara thought. Elsa opened her eyes slowly and saw the colorful ceiling. It took seconds for her to remember all that happened before she passed out. She tried to stand up from the bed. "Hey hey no." Tara said but she was already sitting down. "Hey how are you feeling know." Tara asked placing her hand On Her fore head. "Better." Elsa said touching her face. "Ouch!" She was surprised that she hadn't healed up yet. Elsa's eye drifted down and saw her stomach, it was badly injured.

Inside her head, a headache pounded continuously at her. Elara dropped a hand on Sage's forehead. She had a worried look on her face, “How did you get so sick suddenly" she shook her head like she had an idea about what could have happened. Finally she stood up straight, “I'm going to get some herbs" Sage raised a brow, she wanted to ask for what but decided against it. Elara was the expert after all. She closed her eyes again to push the headache away, it didn't stop. When she looked at her hands she could see that they were shaking violently.

Vera wasn't afraid of it, though, she didn't know when she stopped being afraid of that coldness, or that she was already sensitive to it. She said very calmly: "I don't know, maybe because he hasn't been sick for a long time, he likes to be sick." "I like her head." Elias nudged Vera lightly on the forehead, was she greasy with him or something. Vera immediately reacted to that, clutching her forehead in pain, fooling Elias into thinking she'd been hurt by him. "Let me see!" He was so gentle, but she was still in that much pain.

Mel sat near one of the fires, tired but content. Then Gerda appeared at her side, her face pale. "My lady," Gerda's voice was strained. "It's Elise. She's fallen ill." Mel's blood went cold. "What?" "She ate some of the purple fruits you found," Gerda said quietly, her eyes heavy. "She's running a fever and she can't keep anything down." The warmth drained from Mel's body as if someone had tipped a bucket of ice water over her head. She stood so abruptly that a few heads turned and the murmur of conversation nearby died as the news began to spread.

I whispered, dropping the clothes I was holding and rushing over to her. She smiled weakly as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close into a hug. “Miss Alexis,” she murmured. “How are you?” I asked her. “I'm okay.” She said, “I'm much better.” She reassured me. Tears swelled up in my eyes as I pulled back to look at her. “I thought... I thought he had you killed,” I blurted out, my voice a little shaky. Elara shook her head. “No, I’m still here,” she said. “I was sick after the flogging, but they treated me at the pack clinic. I’m okay now.”