Novel & Cerita Paw Patrol Ryder Sick

But now, as I looked down at the torn, ragged limb, it was abundantly clear that I definitely needed stitches. The sight of it made me feel sick and I got that swimming feeling in my head like I might pass out, but now wasn't the time. We still had to get out of here. We didn't have time for doctors and nurses and fucking Pantsuit Barbie to ask me a million questions. I was fully prepared to just grit my teeth and ride it out until it healed on its own. It couldn't hurt forever, right? “Fucking hell...” Ryder muttered under his breath, his fingers hovering near the wound but never touching it. He looked over at Tyler, who hadn’t spoken for the last few minutes, his jaw clenched as he focused

Den greeted. “How bad?” Ryder demanded, his voice low but intense. Doctor Den sighed. “He suffered severe internal injuries. Blunt force trauma, broken ribs, and heavy bleeding inside his abdomen. Whoever attacked him wasn’t trying to scare him — they wanted him dead. We managed to stabilize him for now, but he’s still in surgery. The next few hours are critical.” Ryder’s jaw clenched. His eyes flicked to the small window in the door, where the shadow of surgeons could be seen moving quickly under the bright lights.

"Yes. What sort of stupid question is--" "I don't think he has his wolf-" Marcus said, cutting me halfway from the cuss i was about to finish. I frowned at first before i laughed. It was short but i realized that Marcus was being serious. "He's not healing Ryder. The wounds on his body that were supposed to have healed, haven't. His wounds have been infected, that's why he is weak. I had to do treatment the traditional way and it should be so until they heal" Marcus said before he looked behind at the closed doors.

You fucking dogs bit my arm". I deadpan. I think loosing a lot of blood had made me loose my sense too. I mean these guys were about to kill me just seconds ago!!! Ryder's expression changed from curiosity to surprise, and he let out a low chuckle. "Ah, yes, the minor problem of us trying to kill you," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "I suppose that does take priority over introductions." He nodded, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Allow me to apologize for the... enthusiastic welcome. We didn't expect Tristan's mate to show up in our territory, and we reacted rather... poorly." He took a step closer, his movements cautious. "But since you're still standing...or lying on the floor" h

Well that’s a shitty non-answer. “Who was hurt? How bad is it really?” I can’t help the panic that grips my chest. I knew I smelled blood, and not just a little bit either. The fact that Phoenix sounds so calm should be reassuring, but it’s more like he is on autopilot and that makes me nervous. “Ryder and I both got grazed by bullets. My arm is almost healed, Ryders leg is taking a little longer but he will be fine by the time we get to the boat.” Phoenix gives me the bare minimum information and his legs tense under my head.

Ryland stepped out of the car with Caleb holding him up. He let out a pained growl, getting the attention of everyone around. "Get the pack doctor," Caleb yelled at a worker, but she stood rooted to the ground. "Get going now!" Ryland added, his canines baring out. The worker paled, turning in every direction before running out. Ryland let out another growl squinting his eyes in pain. "It burns," he grumbled, trying to rest on a flower table, but went crashing down, almost taking Caleb with him.

I moved closer and his body was covered in bruises, his knuckles were swollen and split open with blisters and deep scratches. “Ryder,” I breathed, rushing closer. “Oh my God what happened to you baby,” I rushed to him, but he shifted avoiding my embrace. “It’s just a minor injury,” “This is no minor” I reached again touching the cut on his face. He paused, turned off the tap and leaned on the island. ““You need a hospital. Those knuckles look infected already.” “Fuck the hospital. it’s not a big deal Jezz,”

Ryder. He filled the doorway, barely upright, clothes torn and soaked in blood. His skin was gray, lips split, eyes glassy with exhaustion. But even through it all, they found me. “Baby…” His voice was raw, almost gone. “Are you… fine?” He swayed, knees giving out. I was already moving, catching him before he hit the floor. He sagged against me, heavy and burning with fever, his heartbeat stumbling under my palm. “Ryder!” My voice cracked. “Gods—what did they do to you?”

Jax apologized again. Ricciardo was still coughing and his eyes were red and tears were on his cheek. Ryder walked up to them. "Are you guys okay? Hey what's wrong Ricciardo?" he asked as he looked at Ricciardo's red face. Before Ricciardo could reply, Jax spoke up. "He is ill, can I leave early so I can take care of him?" Jax asked. "Of course, Do you need anything?" Ryder asked. Jax looked at him, "I am not sure but I will ask you for anything i need"

"It's not good being so arrogant. There are countless people in the world much, much stronger than you will ever be. That's my lesson to you, and I hope you remember it, so you never go down the wrong path again." Wilbur let go after he was done, and Dani crumpled to the floor once more. Just then, Marc said, "Mister Penn! Why don't we find somewhere quiet to have a little chat?" "Sure. You alright, Ryder?" Wilbur asked. Ryder's wounds had stopped bleeding, but his wounds still had to be tended to. Marc said at once, "Send Mister Litwing to the hospital right now to have his wounds treated." "Yes, sir." Someone came forward at once and led Ryder away.