Freddie Mercury Sick Novels & Stories

"You do not want to come into this world? Why? Your mother loves you so much, your career is so successful, and there are so many people around you who are centered on you...Why are you so pessimistic? What have you experienced?” Freddy does not answer. "Do you have depression?" I have to analyze the reasons for what he said just now from a medical point of view, "Depression can be treated with medicine. If you are sick, you must seek medical attention on time." The expression on Freddy's face relaxes a little. "If I am sick and you do not have to feel sorry for the dead baby so much, then treat me as if I am sick!" I am speechless. This man can never be cured or taught.

The room smelled faintly of sweat and fever. “Freye!” I screamed, and my voice no longer belonged to me. I scooped her up as best I could. Her limbs were limp one second, rigid the next. I slapped her back, inhaled her lips, trying to force a breath into her. Her eyes rolled white at the edges. Red splotches mottled her skin. “Stay with me, baby, stay with me.” My hands were slick with sweat. I pressed her to my chest and felt her small body tremble. Unlike any regular wolf, Freye was born sickly.

A sob clawed its way up my throat, but before I could let it out, a smaller voice interrupted. “Mammy?” Mia’s little voice, wobbly and uncertain. She blinked up at me, her cheeks damp from sleep. I tried to smile, brushing her hair back. “Yes, sweetheart?” Her lip trembled as she whispered, “Is Uncle Frederick… is he dead?” The question punched through me like a knife. “No!” I said too quickly, my voice cracking. “No, Mia, he’s not dead. He’s just… he’s very sick right now. The doctors are helping him sleep so his body can heal.”

How could she win over a big guy like Brad? She definitely could not listen to him! The lady said, “My kid is very healthy. He has always been in good condition. Why did he suddenly get sick after he drank your medicine? You’re trying to harm my son and kill him!” Everyone looked over. What was happening now? Why did she suddenly mention killing people? When Merrick saw that he was going to be exposed, he immediately stopped and said, “What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean by your son has always been very healthy? Everyone saw that your son was severely ill when he came!”

“From Doctor Farrer’s office I discovered that Edmund suffers a…whore pox? A disease from unclean women? The notes from Doctor Farrers suggest his spine is rotting. It will end in his blindness and…mental instability. Then death.” “Sounds painful, and possibly dangerous to you if he starts declining,” Fitz replied, now holding my softly hand in his. He was not mocking or dismissing the situation, he was listening to me fully. “So the pills he gave me, Mercuric Chloride, are to try and prevent me catching the same illness as we allegedly try for a baby. It’s killing my plant so I doubt it would do me any good.” “Don’t take a thing that man gives you. He is a quack. I doubt he is even a real d

We continued moving at the same pace. “When you attacked me, they were black,” I replied. His confused look suggested that the memory didn’t quite register with him. “Did I attack you?” Frederick asked, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. As we walked, I stole glances at him, noticing his hesitation to speak up. It was surprising that he couldn’t recall his aggression. He seemed like a different person entirely, and the signs pointed to something more sinister than a simple illness. This wasn’t just any disease; it was something far worse.

"Don't you know to see a doctor when you're sick? How did you let yourself fall apart like this?" My face was blank, and I remained silent. Even now, he still didn't believe I was dying. Maybe in his eyes, I was still playing some pity act. After a pause, he asked, "I'm getting married tomorrow. Will you come?" I shook my head and replied softly, "I haven't been feeling well lately. I don't think I can make it." Freddie suddenly let out a sigh of relief. "That's probably for the best." I couldn't help but laugh. "So you were worried I'd cause a scene at your wedding?"

Preston coughed suddenly. The act immediately caught Freya's attention. "What bad news?" "The doctor said I have a terminal illness. I've got less than two months left..." The moment he said it, a wave of boos rose from the crowd. What kind of cheap terminal illness routine was this? People had seen that trick at concerts countless times. It was not even fresh anymore.

I stared cluelessly at Sienna. "Fucking hell! Cameron is trying to kill us! We need to go to the hospital now!" Frederic cried out. As he got up from the table, he jammed his fingers down his throat to make himself vomit. However, at the very next moment, he crumpled to the floor, blood sputtering from his mouth. Looking pale as a sheet, Sienna tried to help him up, but as soon as she got out of the chair, she crashed onto the floor as well.

fred once again, Siddharth’s fever seemed to have worsened and his body emitted a hot wave that could be felt from even a few inches away “Dr. Fred, what is it?, is it something serious?,” Samaira was getting anxious as she watched the man cough and look weaker “Form the provisional look I can say that it is lung infection,” “Lung Infection!,” Samaira had worry written all over her face "How can that be? is it serious?, does he need to get admitted to the hospital?," "Why are you being so noisy?," Siddharth held her hand, "Fred is competent enough to handle such petty illnesses, you should just sit here next to me,"