Paw Patrol Ryder Sick Novels & Stories

, this attracted the attention of Naya who went into the room, she turned and look at her father’s and the doctor’s face, seeing their gloomy look, she asked “what is wrong Dad?” This question jolted her father from his trans and smiled and said “Ah! It’s nothing”, he then looked at the doctor and said “Dr. Maxwell, please check his condition”, the doctor looked at him, he saw how he was darting his eyes around, he said “okay”, he then went into the room and headed for Zach, he lifted his hand and checked his pulse, then he did some cursory checks on him. By this time Ryker and Raiden entered the room, they went to look at Zach, they saw that he was deathly pale, his lips were chapped, he ha

"They are taking Ryder to a secure facility outside the pack grounds, where the doctor can make him stable. We'll need to act quickly if we want to find out more about why he did this and who may have been behind it." I stood up and watched them take Ryder away, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. It saddened me that a young man with his whole life ahead of him could be led astray into mischief. As they disappeared from view, I followed them outside, where Kessler and I stood, contemplating our next steps. Just then, I noticed Julie approaching us. "Lyra, Kessler, what's going on?" Julie asked, her voice filled with worry. Julie noticed the person being placed on the stretcher and recognized

I queried, watching them cast glanced at each other. “That's what we don't know Liv. We are still trying to get answers, not even the doctor can help us. He's a good for nothing scoundrel” Ryder cursed out with irritation scrunched on his face. I knew my body well and I could tell if I was sick, I left the dark sky pack perfectly fit. The pain I felt was behind this world and I wouldn't for once wish it upon my worst enemy. The feeling of not being able to breathe and the harder I struggled, the worst it became. I hadn't felt anything like that before.

Evans and I both whipped our heads around. Ryder was struggling to push his heavy body up against the headboard. His face was still deathly pale, and the thick muscles in his arms were visibly trembling as they fought against the agonizing weakness. But his eyes... those stormy gray eyes glared at us with terrifying, unbreakable resolve. "Ryder, are you out of your mind?!" I yelled, rushing to the side of the bed. "Did you not hear what the doctor just said? Your muscles are destroyed! You can barely even sit up right now!"

" I responded when I was able to breathe again, the heat of the boy's body making my heartbeat quicken and palms tremble. After what happened with Greg, his closeness was bothering me. "Do you want me to open the door so you could take a breath of clean air? You seem pretty hot..." Ryder asked, sliding his hand to my forehead and then dropping it by his side. I simply shook my head, catching his wrist when he proceeded to grab the handle. "I am fine, really. Sorry for making you worry." "You don't have anything to be sorry about. I was just scared you’ve been injured and I took you out on this heavy snow instead of taking you to a hospital."

He never completed his sentence. “Ryder!” I cried, running to his side. My fingers searched his body frantically, for a pulse. “Barely,” I mumbled. I could perceive the strong smell of wolfsbane they had injected into him. It was a miracle he was still alive… barely but alive. “He should be healing by now,” Zane's voice broke my thought. He was standing behind me and made no effort to come closer to Ryder. “Why isn't he healing?”

the petty she-wolf answers, “We won’t. _________________ Ryder and Parker had always been talented eavesdroppers. From before they could remember, grown ups always seemed to be having secret conversations behind closed doors. They never thought they were speaking loudly enough to be overheard - that or they thought the pups could not understand. But they did hear. And they did understand. Now, it wasn’t all grown ups. Their mommy certainly knew better, but Auntie Linda did not. Ryder and Parker listened as the doctor checked over their Daddy, using strange words they did not recognize like concussion and contusion, then saying things that were very clear indeed. Such as, “he mustn’t be moved

I ask, bracing myself for whatever bad news is coming. Ryder's jaw tightens. “Another attack. One of our pack members was found injured in the woods. He's in the hospital now.” My heart sinks. “Is he going to be okay?” Alvera nods, but her expression is unreadable. “He'll live, but he's in bad shape.” Ryder's eyes flash with anger. “This is all Dixie's fault. Ever since she showed up, we've had nothing but trouble.” I feel a sudden surge of frustration. Ryder us right, but the guy should have also known his boundaries.

"Ryder?" Ryder's face appears over the metal guard rail. He easily vaults over the railing and slides down the ditch, landing on his feet near me. He takes one look at the dead zombie near me, and my red eyes and running nose, and his jaw tightens. "Have you been infected?" I rub my face. "What? No. I think I cut myself on my knife on the way down," I say, ashamed at how weak and exhausted my voice sounds. "Are Reese and Tobe alright?"

she said as she hugged me back. *** I stayed with Paris in Ryder’s apartment. In the mornings, I relentlessly stayed on Ryder’s side, waiting for him to open his eyes. His vitals were stable, but we couldn’t be sure he was out of danger until he opened his eyes. He had a broken wrist and a couple of broken ribs. His major injury was to his head. And that worried everyone the most. Then finally, he opened his eyes. I hugged Janis in relief when we first heard him speak.