Irene Cara Illness Novels & Stories

Isaac did not answer right away, and instead asked, "Are you sick?" Irene took her hand off her stomach and denied it. "No… it's just my hip. It's sore from standing all day." Aside from the first glance, she had not been looking at Isaac since, and said even as she kept her gaze lowered, "It's late. We should go home." She started to leave, and tried to keep herself standing straight as much as possible, reluctant to let Isaac see that she was ill.

Not so clear voice hit her ears constantly and as she opened her eyes she saw one of the employees working in the house. Irene sat on the floor and wiped off her face while saying, "Yeah." "Are you alright? Should I call the doctor?" Since she had a fever the previous day, Conall ordered everyone to keep a close eye on her in case she feels weak again and something happened to her. "No, I'm fine. Tha-thank you." Irene tried getting up but she couldn't, as her head was still throbbing in pain. "Let me help you, madam." As the employee was about to help her to stand up, Conall took her by her arm coming out of nowhere.

Irene said to the maid The maid nodded her head. And the departed the room. "She said you went to have your bath, lady Irene." "She isn't lying. I am done since. Just checking on something." "Something's. Don't worry ma'am. Can we talk a bit?" Regina asked with a smile. Irene nodded her head. "Let sit down." They have their seat. Irene isn't comfortable anytime she remembered she isn't werewolf completely. While others are fully werewolf. All this made her fall ill some times..

The spring made the flowers bloom, and the airy fragrance filled the air. An hour ago, he came out of Mathilda's room, and Catrina was still unable to put herself at ease. She couldn’t possibly ask Carlo about it, so Catrina decided to dig up a bit of explanation from the Beta. "Zeke, could you please tell me more about the illness that Carlo's mother has? Since we last saw her four years ago, she seemed to have aged a whole lot more than that." "Our doctors still can't pinpoint one specific disease. But they believe it's a severe complication." Zeke replied to her.

Irene observed the house,she had missed the small cozy house,that gave her so much comfort when she needed a place to hide from the world. She sat on the sofa just beside Nurse Divine. “I have thrown up not once but three times this morning and am always feeling weak,a weak feeling that I can't explain”. Irene said as she relaxed her back on the sofa. Nurse Divine stared at Irene suspiciously as though she was detecting something. “When last did you see your menstrual cycle?”. Nurse Divine asked calmly. Irene thought about it for some while. “Ac_ actually I haven't seen it over a month and few weeks now, almost two months”. Irene said trying her best to understand where Nurse Divine was gett

“I'm glad to hear that.” A Week Later. After Mr. Cornelius last visit, Irene was feverish, and informed her supervisor. “It could be malaria. You can get the drugs off the counter,” she advised. “You are right. I will do that later.” “It is okay. Mr. Gordon and Mr. Philip would be around today. Would you like to join the fun?” At that point, her eyes beamed, and she obliged, “Sure, I can't afford to miss it.” “That is good to hear.”

“Despite our past animosity, I sympathize with your illness, Carlie. Hang in there. I’m coming over.” Then, Charlotte heard Tiffany’s urgent tone as she spoke to Bryson. “Bryce, Carlie’s suffering from a rare skin disease. She’s itching all over and she’s in a lot of pain. Her skin will peel without proper treatment as soon as possible, and she’ll be disfigured for the rest of her life…” “What?” Bryson was shocked.

she said as she folded her arms against her chest. “Grandma! Please I did what you said. Don’t act like this.” I pleaded with her. “Okay, go on,” Grandma answered sternly. “But I won’t take the medicines.” her face was turning red. “Mrs.Lancaster! Please be calm,” her caretaker requested. “Is she hypertensive?” I heard Irene asking the caretaker with a concerned feature. “Yes,” The caretaker answered immediately. “Kian!” it felt different. My name, in her voice. The warm feeling in my heart had to be ignored as Grandma was not in a good condition.

Irene called from the armchair beside the fireplace. She was wearing an oversized green sweater, her hair pinned messily up with a plastic clip, one sock missing entirely. “Unless.” Irene added sweetly, “you are afraid of a physical evaluation.” I narrowed my eyes at her. Then sighed dramatically before lowering myself onto the floor. Exactly three feet away from Irene’s boots. Elara immediately began smacking my knee repeatedly with the plastic hammer while making highly inaccurate medical diagnoses. “Hmm.” She hummed seriously. “You sick.” “A devastating prognosis.” I said.

“What’s the situation?” Aurora gestured to Carla, her voice steady despite the anxiety tightening her chest. “She has a rare illness. She needs immediate surgery.” The doctor frowned, scanning Carla’s vitals. “What illness are we dealing with?” Nico answered, his voice hoarse. “Stage Four mitochondrial disorder. It’s affecting her organs. The doctors before said she wouldn’t last another month without surgery.” The doctor’s eyes darkened. “This is a highly complicated procedure. Not many surgeons can—”