Pikachu Sick Novels & Stories

By the time we sat down at the table, I was all encompassed with it. “Cathy’s sick,” Piper said. “For a week, the Healers in Nightfall had been trying to diagnose her.” “Her indigestion…” I said, remembering how she complained the last time we had talked. She’d thought she was getting sick, or had maybe eaten something that didn’t agree with her. “More than that, I’m sorry to say,” Piper told me. “She was diagnosed today with Purkle Disease.”

“This is what I didn’t want to happen. I don’t blame you, Piccolo. It was my fault. I was hurting you, and I shouldn’t have done that.” “Why hasn’t it healed?” I asked through my hands. “Fire takes more time to heal.” “Not when you drink.” “Apparently, animal blood won’t heal this,” he stated. I sat up and looked at him. Putting my hand on either side of his face, I looked into his beautiful grey/blue orbs. “Bite me.” “Piccolo-” “I did this. Let me heal you.” I interrupted. He looked at me skeptically. “Are you sure?”

“She deserves to die for taking my place! You were supposed to be mine!” Luca pulled a knife from his waistband, crouched down, and pressed the cold blade to her cheek. Helena instantly went silent. “You like pretending you’re sick, don’t you?” His voice turned low and vicious. “How about I make you truly paralyzed? Cut your tendons so you spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair. Oh wait...” He gave a chilling laugh. “Didn’t you love pretending to be in a coma? I can have the doctor pump you full of drugs so you really never wake up.”

Eyes half closed. "What causes it?" I ask. "We don't know. Something environmental maybe. It only affects pups under ten. Adults are immune." I reach out. Touch the pup's forehead. She's burning up. The golden energy in my chest pulses. Responding to the sickness. "Neah?" Liam's voice is careful. "I want to try something." Dr. Carla looks uncertain. "Try what?" "Healing her. The way I healed wounds during the battle." "This isn't a wound. It's an infection. Internal."

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He retorted. I feel like my nose is smoking with what he said. I hope it's okay, because my favorite is Pikachu, the case really disgusts me! "Don't touch Pikachu! Chupi, I'm busy." "Okay, I'm leaving. Don't talk too much about your man, ah?" He said and brought his face closer to me.

Jackson looked drained of life essence and suddenly picked vegetables to be an interesting subject of observation. "Stop, the cavities might kill me," Maria whined with a red face, "I suppose that's a valid compliment, Pikachu." "Uh, Pikachu?" Jackson asked with a pout, "of all things, a Pokémon specie?" "Well, you're adorable, aren't you?" Maria made bunny ears with her index and middle fingers, "pika-pika." Jackson would settle for cute. No one had ever called him cute. It rang in his head like a band of drums and his heartbeat accelerated.

"Huh" "I don't know how to tell you this but Mig is suffering from a disease called "rare syndrome" since he was a kid...Then we were living in the city. The disease appears whenever the weather turn 'humid' Our parents took him to several doctors and they all said there is no cure to the disease, that all we can do it appears is to pierce a syringe or any other tiny object all over his body to lessen the air that has built up in his body...If the attack lasts for an hour..He's gonna suffocate and d..i..e die.

Riana was relieved as she saw her cousin who looked exhausted. "Mirabella, please come take a look at Sapphire, her temperature is as her as a burning furnace." Riana cried. The exhaustion disappeared from Mirabella almost instantly as she ran to Sapphire's room, Sapphire was shivering uncontrollably and her lips were cracked while she looked pale. Mirabella observed her and took her pulse she then deduced that Sapphire and fallen sick bit she couldn't just make a diagnosis hence she decided to call in a doctor friend of hers to help out. She was scared Sapphire was fatally ill and would need to be admitted to the hospital.

His chest became heavy. He pointed towards his chest. "I... t h i n k... I.. a m... b e c o m i n g... s i c k." Giselle took a step towards him and put her hand on his chest. She seemed serious as she removed her and and shook her head in disappoinment. "Am I sick? Am I going to die?" "It's just a heart break. You a re suffering from heart break syndrome" "Is it dangerous?" "Yes. No go home and take some rest. You may have loss of appetite and sleeplessness.