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Mystique questioned in one breath, staring teary at the Doctor, who sighed. "Come, we will discuss this in my office," the doctor said as he went ahead and the girls immediately ran after him as they made their way to his office. "What is wrong with my uncle. Why did he suddenly faint?" Mystique questioned as soon as they entered the office and had settled themselves on the chairs. "Your Uncle is suffering from Sudden cardiac death (SCD)" The Doctor said and Mystique nearly had a heart attack of her own. She thought her uncle was suffering from cancer which was being treated but they had to stop giving him medication because they could no longer afford it.

My heart falters in my chest, “and what happened to them?” “Dead” he croaks. “How do you know?” “Mr. S-Stallard would bring their bo-bodies to me. He had me determine the cause… the cause of death.” “And what was it?” I breathe out, hanging on to his quiet words. “Flu… t-the flu.” I actually laugh, the sound echoing around the room, “Right.” I lean forward, placing a hand tightly on his shoulder, “what was the actual cause of death?” Dr. Maddox gulps nervously, but answers without hesitation, “extreme physical abuse.”

Unless it was about Klaus. I gasped…actually gasped out loud like someone had punched me in the stomach…and instantly started pulling up old articles about my brother's death, digging deeper than I ever had before. LOCAL RACING PRODIGY DIES IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT KLAUS MONROE, 19, KILLED IN HIGH-SPEED CRASH All the same story repeated across different news sites. Racing accident. Lost control of his car. Died on impact. Tragic but straightforward. But then I found something buried deep in the archives, a small article that most people probably never saw.

Alpha Marcus said quickly. Dan handed some papers to Alpha Marcus and Beta Richard. The papers contained the results and images of Trey’s injuries and the cause of his death. He also gave some to the council members, who went through it one after another. “From the results and the images on the paper, it shows that he died as a result of a crack in the skull behind his head, as you can see in the pictures.” Dan explained carefully. “So someone hit him hard on the head from behind?” Beta Richard asked, looking confused.

Marilyn mocked. He hissed, “Who knows if she had caused him to have the deadly disease.” I kept mute still. “I want to believe you aren’t that dumb, right? Is there any means of passing a heart attack on someone? Cut the crap already, Mark.” She rebuked. Her response must have caught him off guard because he remained quiet and only pushed his food plate backward. It turned out that the cancer was a minor part of what was going on with Jake, he had a heart attack the day he collapsed which led to his actual death. His diagnosis was

"Don Duncan, 56 years old. Married. Six-foot and weighs 198.4 lb. Blood type: O. No sign of illness. Cause of death: Car accident. All his organs are already sent to your hospital." "Ah, a clean death," Mort muttered in a gruff voice and inhaled, a proud smirk emerge on his face. "I raised him well." Klauss frowned when he remembered how Narco had annoyed him to death. Klauss was having a hard time dealing with Narco back then when he was 8 years old. Mort and Klauss raised him together. 'That little rascal.....Boss really raised a monster', he muttered. "Yeah, you raised him very well." There was a streak of sarcasm in Klauss's voice and he even rolled his eyes. When Mort let out a deep si

What! Mango thought that she must have heard him wrongly. How was it possible that he died when he was still fine the day before? Did you torture him? "No, I didn't. I did use torturous methods to force him to spill the beans but I never really go overboard considering his identity. " Mango's brows furrowed after hearing Desmond's words. Have you asked a doctor to check on him? Noah came and he said that Pryce died of myocardial infarction.

Diro leaned closer, studying every detail. "Irene's baby had severe complications," Maurice continued. "The doctors did everything they could, but the baby died at one thirty-seven AM. Less than two hours after birth. The official cause of death was respiratory failure and congenital heart defects." More documents appeared on screen. Death certificate. Doctor's notes. Everything official and stamped and real.

“My parents?” The doctor looked across at the man I had only moments before been slapping away. His head was in his hands. “Sweet girl, Beta Rocco did not lie to you. They had died long before you came to our pack, I am afraid. A number of years, I believe. A motor accident, was it not?” he looked towards Rocco as if for confirmation, who nodded heavily, his gaze flickering back and forth between me and the doctor.

My heart skipped a beat, and I gripped the blanket tightly. "Micheal is dead? How? When?" I asked, voice trembling. "Did you kill him?" I asked, choking on tears. "I didn't actually kill him," M said, shrugging. "He died when he went to the emergency rescue mission. A truck hit him." I stood up and threw a pillow at him, shouting in anger. "You killed him! You killed him!" M caught the pillow before it could hit him. "I told you I didn't," he said, looking at me. "He died when he went to the emergency rescue mission, a truck hit him. That's the issue with you women, you have trust issues."