Novel & Cerita Kirstin Maldonado Injury

"Rosario... could you please get me some painkillers? I forgot to take them." "Okay, okay... just bear with it for a moment, I'll fetch them for you." Less than a month had passed since Madelyn's injury, and her bones were still fragile. In that moment, it felt as if her ribs were on the verge of breaking again. Enduring the pain, she said, "Jasmine, Zach... I'm full, please excuse me. Enjoy your meal." Jasmine rose from her seat with concern. "Are you okay? Should I take you to the hospital..."

Madeleine chuckled lightly and said, "I was fine, just choked on some thick smoke, no other injuries." Jaelyn nodded, "That's good. How is Kristian?" Madeleine said, "He took a stab for me, injuring his lung, but luckily there was no life-threatening danger." "Then let's go visit him." "Don't go yet, there was someone in his ward, it's not convenient." Jaelyn nodded, "Then we'll go later. Your grandparents don't know about what happened to you and Layne yet. They're old, and if they find out, they might not be able to handle it for a while."

She didn't seem emotional both on the outside and inside. "He didn't." Celeste let Edna take off her shoes, socks, and pants. Edna then brought the medical kit over to disinfect her wound. Celeste was in low spirits, so she wasn't willing to talk much. She hit too hard against the table. She only realized that there was a huge wound under her knee after her pants were removed. "Ah, that looks so painful." Edna's hand shivered as she applied some ointment to the wound.

I nodded as he fished a water bottle and granola bar from the bag. "My back hurts and is most likely infected becasue Elstan had me lay on the bed of nails for litterally a whole day. I have had no proper dressing or anything put on it and since he keeps having me injected with something to suppress Zariah I can't heal like I normally would. It sucks ass because I know those are going to leave some nasty scars if they ever heal at this point." Kyle stopped in his tracks as he walked over to me. "He did what?" The look on his face told me he was beyond angry at the moment. I shook my head.

Right now, all that mattered was finding out what had happened to Matilda—and if it could lead them to Kayla. ************* A few minutes later, Damien stood outside the medical room, pacing as he waited for news from the doctor. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, the tension in his body barely containable. He hated this—waiting, feeling powerless. Every second felt like an eternity. Finally, the door opened, and the doctor emerged, her face solemn. "She’s stable for now, Alpha Damien," she said softly, "but she’s in shock. Whatever happened to her was traumatic. It’ll take time for her to recover—physically and mentally."

Finally after hours of waiting, the light at the surgical door was turned off signifying the end of the surgery. Kirsten stood up and approached the door, another minute passed and the doctor went out. “He is out of danger. But he needs physiotherapy to be able to walk again.” Kirsten’s knees weakened and almost fell but James pulled her in his embrace. It was already midnight by the time Kirsten went home. She was readying herself what to tell Matthew but he wasn’t there when she entered their bedroom. Thinking that he was in his study, Kirsten had a shower to remove the dirt of the day from her body.

Huracio “Your wife lost a lot of blood, but everything is fine. The bullet didn't hit any major vein, but she will need some physiotherapy due to nerve damage.” “Nerve damage?” I frowned in worry as the doctor gave me an update after the surgery. Katalina was still unconscious and Emilia was with her. “Yes. It's not a major problem, but to prevent limping and weak knees, physiotherapy is highly recommended.” “For how long?”

And she had to be strong for herself. Eventually, with a heavy sigh, she nodded. The maid gently helped her sit up and fed her bites of soup, silent but kind. Kristen fell asleep not long after, the medication finally kicking in. Days passed. Kristen healed, slowly. Her leg still ached, but she could wiggle her toes again. The swelling was going down. She had physical therapy sessions scheduled. Through it all, Don Carlo never once came. And that was fine by her. He probably didn’t care anyway. Just a job done. Just a deal struck.

She reached out, her fingers hovering just inches from the injury, before she pulled back as if she’d been burned. "Kai," she whispered, her voice losing all its edge. "This is bad. This is really bad. When did this happen?" "Last week. Practice," I said, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. I didn't bother trying to cover it up again. The secret was out. The Good Girl had me cornered. "It doesn't matter. I’m playing through it." "You can't play on this! You'll tear something permanently. You need surgery, or at least a doctor." She looked up at me, her brown eyes wide with a mix of horror and pity. I hated the pity most of all.

Coach knows, but I doubt they’ve seen her since we had a phone chat with my doctor two weeks ago. The basics? While my bones healed—and they’re still technically healing, the ligaments and tendons strengthening by the day—my nerves didn’t. Over the last six months, I’ve experienced incredible pain that comes out of nowhere. Not to mention my muscles are weak. I’ll never be on the dance team again, and I’ll never be a ballerina. Goodbye, dreams. “Violet?” Jess leans into me. “What’s wrong?” I realize I have a tear rolling down my cheek. I quickly brush it away and take a deep breath. “Sorry, guys. Didn’t mean to…” I gesture to my face. “I’m not able to come back to the dance eam. Doctor’s ord