Melman Sick Novels & Stories

Melanie immediately panicked. With tears and snot running down her face, she clung to me and refused to let go. "I'm sorry, honey. Don't send me back because I'll go crazy in there. Darell's dead, and I don't want to die, too! "I swear I'll never look at another man again. Just let me stay, and please don't send me back to the psychiatric hospital!" After sending Ella away, I turned around to deal with Melanie. It was obvious that she was traumatized by whatever she had endured in the psychiatric hospital and kept muttering under her breath, "Don't hit me! Let me go! I'm sorry!"

"You pathetic fool! You're less than a pet to them!" I looked at her like I was a queen. Calmly, I answered, "You've been out here for a while now. Do you want to know how Jonathan is doing? Well, I am still an outsider, to be honest. I think you should settle your… marriage problems yourself." For a moment, Melanie froze up, and the look in her eyes turned into one of panic. "W-What are you talking about?" I scrolled through my phone and placed it in front of Melanie. "Do you really think you could slam Jonathan behind bars just because you anonymously tipped someone off about his murders? He's been diagnosed with paranoid personality disorder a long time ago, and he's released now."

knowing what Ethan was capable of, she wouldn’t dare ignore him. “Hello ….” She answered “Make an excuse and meet me at the hospital. If you don’t come in the next 2 hours, I will wreak havoc everything in the hospital “He said impatiently and didn’t even give her time to reply. He simply disconnected the call. “The same old threat “Melvin smiled sarcastically. At that time, Melvin was siting beside Mark’s bed. He still looked pale but he was slowly recovering from the internal organs injury he suffered almost a month ago.

“And he’s in pain.” Luca tenses beside me. “Why?” Dr. Caldwell doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she turns to the nurse. “We need an emergency ultrasound. Now.” My breath catches. “What—?” She looks at me, her expression calm but serious. “MELAS can cause severe digestive issues, including stomach paralysis. He may not be digesting food properly, which can cause a buildup of pressure and pain. We need to check.” Luca swears under his breath. “Fix it.”

Or does he plainly have a death wish? He pouts like a toddler denied a snack. “Still, he didn’t need to break my ribs and jaw.” Mel smirks. “Dude, knowing Jackson, you can be thankful that’s all he did. And your ribs must have healed by now.” “Yeah, but I got pneumonia as an aftereffect. My manager doesn’t want me to race yet. Doesn’t want another Romeo incident.” That name lands like a rock. Mel’s voice tightens. “No one WANTS a fatal accident.”

Millie put the things on the coffee table nearby and asked Gloria, "Mom, how's Grandma?" Gloria shook her head and said, "This is an old ailment of hers. The doctor has asked her to stay on for observation!" "Alright." Millie came to her bedside. Selma's cheeks were pale, and she was still asleep. Millie took her pulse. Thankfully, it was stable. She asked, "Why did she get sick so suddenly?" Gloria looked at Winston and snorted. She said, "You can ask him!" Millie looked up, and her gaze met Winston's.

Kalinin starts to complain bitterly. “If anything was happening to you sis, your husband would have blown up my phone till I took the calls, but he didn't do that which means that you are fine,” Melanie answers, rolling her eyes. “He blows up my phone when I am not okay?” Kalinin asks seemingly interested in the conversation, but Melanie isn't interested at all. “Just give the baby the phone, or is she asleep?” Melanie questions. “I rarely get sick, but tell me one time when he did that,” Kalinin asks, visibly interested.

"We're all a little on edge, it's normal. Let's all take a deep breath and think. This is not the time to fight each other." My mother's soothing tone takes effect and the rest of the flight passes in a heavy silence. I try to sleep a little but I feel bad. I feel like I'm falling asleep and waking up right away and a lump is forming in my stomach. As we get off the plane, Melanie's phone rings and she rushes to answer it. The conversation is short and she hangs up, tears in her eyes. "It was Simon. Elliot is seriously ill, he keeps passing out and vomiting. They think he has been poisoned."

"Once I've become Richard's son and my position is firm enough, I'll pack him off overseas so I never have to see him again if he behaves. If he doesn't... Then I'll just make sure he becomes a walking dead who never gets to speak ever again." She set the fruit basket down on the bedside table. "Did you find the man who hit you?" Melvin glanced up at her, his voice thick with irritation and frustration. "Yeah, we found him. But what's the point? He's just some maniac." "Maniac?" Eleanor's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean? Is he faking it, or is he really..." "He's genuinely mentally unstable," Melvin ground his teeth, his knuckles whitening as he grabbed the sheet tight.

Melanie finally got up from towering over me and made her way back to the doorway, "Callie, you don't have a fever. This isn't a stomach bug, I'm going to the drug store for a few things. I'll be back in an hour." As much as I didn't want to admit it Melanie was right. I had been sick for a couple of weeks now, some days were better than others. Some days I stayed in bed, not only for the sake of planning my vengeance, but because I lacked the strength to get out of bed. I was either sick to my stomach due to a lack of appetite brought on by excruciatingly severe nausea, or my thoughts were drowned by the memories of Stefan.