Irene Cara Illness Novels & Stories

she questioned Carla. "Did you go to the hospital to visit me?" Carla nodded. "Yes, you were seriously ill. And your symptoms were a little unusual." When Carla asked the doctor about Crista's medical condition, he explained that Crista ran a high fever and that there was no cure for it. In the time that Carla had spent in the entertainment club, bars and other rowdy places, she learnt a little about what these symptoms meant. Crista's hand froze for a second as she reached for the glass of water. "Miss Carla, thank you for your concern but rest assured that I'm as fit as a fiddle and ready to commence with my work."

“Cara doesn’t exist! Get her out of your gutter head. She is the reason for your deteriorating health.” Genelia gave a heated look as she continued. “The evil things I did to her are the reason for my deteriorating health. I spiked her drink twice! It could’ve killed her or left her with some long-life disability. And now the Karma is knocking on my door!” She looked down at her lap, sobbing. Isla laughed. “Oh really! I thought I was the one behind all the scheming against Cara. Did Karma miss me? Wow, I feel lucky!” She said.

Hearing Carissa's name, Ellen could only snort angrily in her heart. Viren also actually felt uncomfortable talking about Carissa, but after all, he was a person who was good at acting. Viren covered it with a sad face, as if he were the one who was the hardest hit by the accident that happened to Carissa. "I don't mind it, because it's my wife's condition that can't be visited yet; she's still in the ICU, in intensive care; not just anyone can come in. I'm just asking for prayers from all of you. I hope Carissa, my wife, will recover quickly," said Viren, which of course is not all from his heart. Viren actually hopes otherwise; he hopes Carissa won't last long because he wants to get marri

Her complexion was pale and sickly, her lips flushed with fever, and she was so weak she could barely walk without support. Carissa had always been close to Zoey. Now knowing that she was Isaac's sister-in-law, she felt even closer to her. Seeing how unwell Zoey was but still coming out to handle things for Viola, Carissa said, "If Ms. Prince won't come out, then please ask Madam Prince to come out. Why should a sick person have to work?" "My mother-in-law is also ill, Your Grace," Luna replied. Riley wasn't the type to make unreasonable demands. She had just been holding her frustration in and only wanted to ask Viola one question. Once that was answered, Riley would stop being upset.

"Mrs. Carson's health is generally good. She's a bit malnourished but nothing serious." "That's a relief. Otherwise, I…" Irene began, but suddenly, she collapsed. Vincent caught her in his arms, panic evident in his voice. "What's wrong with her? Call an ambulance, now!" When Terry hesitated, Vincent's panic escalated. "Hurry!" Terry finally spoke, his voice calm but grim. "It's no use. Her heart started failing three years ago. She's living on borrowed time." Vincent stood frozen, shock etching his features. His gaze shifted to me, dark and tormented.

“What is it?” “Mr. Kieran… is about to die.” “What happened?” Carol had not kept in contact with Kieran for years, and she had not heard anything about him after she returned to Northvale. All she knew was that Abner Corporation had moved out of Northvale to some town. “I just learned that Mr. Kieran’s illness has worsened… and I don’t think he’ll make it.” Mrs. Oceane then told Carol that Kieran had gotten cancer and what he went through trying to fight it. She started tearing up. “I thought that his condition had stabilized, but I just saw an Instagram post from Pete. Mr. Kieran is about to die.”

There is a long patch of rashes on her skin, which is probably from her allergy but her face is cleared out. How can such a beautiful person be such a pain in the ass? I stared at the dry tears around her eye, gently rubbing it off. "I will take her to the hospital to get that cleaned up. You stay, I'm not done with you" I ordered, before calling Ilya to get the car ready. Irene’s POV When my eyes fluttered open, I wasn’t feeling particularly great, I immediately remembered the memory that my brain had hidden from me for years. My life is about to change forever because I don’t think I will ever be able to get back to normal, knowing that that happened.

She clutched Sean's hand and asked, "What's happened to Carol?" "Hysteria." Sean looked up at Kirk and said, "Kirk. I'm going to call Micheal Caldwell over." Kirk's lips pressed into a thin line. Sean didn't delay. He called Michael immediately and asked him to rush over. After the call, Sean addressed Kirk again, "Kirk, you must prepare yourself. With Caroline's condition worsening so suddenly, she might need to go through some drug or physical therapy. This process will be a long and painful one …"

"Just a mild cold. I came to get some medicine. It’s nothing serious. "By the way, Irene, what are you doing here? Is someone sick? Are you bringing them food?" Running into Irene at the hospital left Autumn uneasy, probably because she’d nearly been caught putting away her medication. A faint trace of guilt clung to her. Irene, holding a sheet of medical paperwork, sighed. "Madam Ginny fainted suddenly this morning. Everyone else was out, so I had no choice but to have the driver bring us here." Her grandmother’s health had never been good, and after injuring her leg, it had only declined further.

He briefly fluttered the eyes closed and opened them again, at the same time removing both hands from Isabella. "It was after she slumped when an incident happened that the doctors finally discovered her ailment. She has been on medications ever since then and it only reoccurred once in the past four years…until today. That's why I need you to tell me. What happened prior to the incident? What…who did she see?" There was a certain cold flare in his eyes when he asked that but Angelina didn't even notice as she was engrossed in her own disturbing thoughts. Congenital heart disease? Ailment? So that was what Isabella meant when she called herself sick?