Is Keith Urban Sick Novels & Stories

“Tell me. Have I offended you?” “Not me,” she said, giving me a look. “Urban. You just… Well, the way you wanted him kept away from you irritated me. It was as if you thought he had some rare disease that was contagious. Don’t go near Urban, he’s suffering from true love, I mustn’t catch that.” “I don’t think that way,” I cried.

Tabitha asked. "Of course, Honey." Meg smiled gently at her daughter. "I'll bring your breakfast here." After saying that, Meg left the room. Tabitha was now lying on the bed. Keith was in Greece when he heard about his younger brother's death from the news. He accidentally saw it on the internet. The information just aired a few minutes ago. The picture of his brother's smashed car on the front made no one in the car safe, except by a miracle. But Keith hadn't believed in benefits for a long time. His brother died with a girl. That's what it says in the news. His younger brother, who is always good at playing roles, would never have thought that Ethan's death would be this tragic. Even thou

Chapter 75 Keith Keith was sitting in his office when he received the phone call from Davina. He could hear the worry in her voice and immediately knew something was wrong. "Davina, what's happened?" he asked, his heart racing. "It's my father," she replied, her voice shaking. "He's very sick. The doctors don't know what's wrong with him." Keith didn't hesitate. "I'm coming over. I'll bring the best doctors and medicine from around the world."

She could barely stand. Keith stayed a bit more composed and shouted, "Impossible! Zac is perfectly healthy. There's no way he has uremia. You quacks didn't even run tests before making things up. I'm going to report you." The doctor had seen plenty of people like him and didn't bother arguing. He simply took Zac for the proper examinations. When they saw the diagnosis—uremia—they finally gave up their denial. "My poor grandson! How could you come down with something like this?" My mother let out a wailing scream. Kathy stared wide‑eyed in disbelief. Keith's face darkened, and he couldn't get a single word out.

That bastard did this. A lump formed in my throat, but I forced it down, stepping forward. My fingers barely brushed against my father’s hand, and I could feel the unnatural cold seeping from his skin. I turned to the pack healer, my voice sharp. “What’s been done so far?” The elderly woman bowed her head. “We’ve tried everything, my Lady. No potion or remedy is working. His body is rejecting all treatment.” Of course, it was. Keith wouldn’t use something ordinary. He was too calculated for that. He had spent too much time lurking in the shadows, waiting for his moment to strike. And now, he was coming for all of us.

Keith smiled as he gathered all his energy to say these words. Matthew was happy to see his boss smile after seven months but noticed that he had begun sweating at the back of his head so he quickly brought out his medication to give him as he knew Keith could pass out any moment if he didn't take it. He took off his headset and asked him to lie down based on what the doctors had advised. Keith's health had been failing seriously ever since his wife was kidnapped so he had been on medication to keep him going. No one knew this except for his private doctors, Dave, Matthew, Assistant Kamala, and Dr. Stan.

“Shouldn’t Ralph be here? Or did he finally come to his senses and realize he should be spending time with his family?” And just like, his concern seems to melt away. In fact, there’s slight delight in his tone, wearing onto his features. It seems he’s trying to lighten the mood a little, but his evident glee of discovering that Ralph isn’t accompanying me is annoying. It makes the last of my trembling disappear. “Stop your gloating,” I press out. “He’s in the hospital due to a nasty cold.” Shouldn’t his best friend know that? I want to gloat, to throw it in his face. But I decide against it as I see a crease appear between Keith’s brows - as if he realized Ralph’s sickness is why he hasn’t

Keith never wanted to explain what his feelings for me had been in the past. I knew that. Every time it came to this, he would just hold me like he was trying to mold me into his very being, as if that alone could be an answer. … I didn’t catch a cold, but Keith wasn’t so lucky. He had been sneezing nonstop for days, to the point where he even went to get a PCR test just to be safe. He was usually in great health, but this time, the cold got to him. Not that it changed anything.

Sighing, she leaned back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling. Her phone rings. Startling her. “Hello?” “We’re ready. When do we start?” Vale bit her lip, thinking for a second. “Tonight.” The person on the other side was startled. So soon? “Got it.” the person said before hanging up. Vale huffed. Brett said that Keith was unconscious and he has a high fever. She remembers that he had called her before he fainted. It’s been two weeks, and Keith shows no sign of waking up.

Okay" Keith said and started the engine, Darcie looked at his hand, it was okay but just some scars Darcie looked at Keith and she recall what Esme told her about staying away from him, Keith looked at her and Darcie slowly look away, her eyes met some drugs in the car, she picked them up and Keith quickly snatch it from her and throw it out "That drug??? It's used for those suffering from lung problem" Darcie said while she glance at Keith "Don't......don't.... Don't look at me like that, one of my dogs has developed a big lump on his throat, so I had to take him to the vets and the vet's recommend this drugs for the dog" he said and Darcie find it too difficult to believe