Roman Reigns Sick 소설 & 이야기

  ~ AUTHOR'S POINT OF VIEW~ Queen Cassandra sip from the herbal tea and carefully drop it on the wooden stool in front of her. She has been sick for the past three months and she looks pale though she has been receiving treatment from the palace physician. "I hope you are getting better, my Queen." her personal maid asked. She nodded as a reply though she knew her sickness is getting worse, she wonders why there is no improvement and it looks like she is getting worse by the day. "I would like to meet the King tonight." she muttered out after some seconds, even her voice had failed her due to the sickness.

He followed the man out immediately. — Outside, cool air brushed against his skin. "Where's Evelyn?" Theon asked Roman. "Is she unwell again?" Roman stubbed out his cigarette. "Resting in the car. A little pale, but fine." Theon frowned. "What's the problem this time?" “What standing orders did you leave at your damn hospital?” Roman went straight to the point. “That made them run a full body exam on my wife without my authorization.” Theon's brow furrowed.

She laid the facts down in sequence, one after another, and let me do with them what I would. Diana had been sick for four months before anyone understood the severity of it. The early symptoms were vague — fatigue, a dulling of the senses that a wolf would notice before a human would, a gradual withdrawal from the things that had previously lit her up. The pack healers had investigated and found nothing definitive. There were theories. There were treatments attempted and assessed and discarded. There was, Reyna said, a period of several weeks where everyone in the packhouse had convinced themselves the worst had passed, because Diana had a rally — a sudden return of energy and brightness th

"What is wrong with him?." Ethan asked curiously. "Your majesty, I'm afraid his illness has gotten serious." The physician said, stuttering. "What do you mean?," Isabella asked. "It turns out that his majesty has been sick for a very long time. He might not survive this illness." "How dare you?." Isabella raised her hand to hit him. "Your highness," the physician went down on his knees, quivering in fear. "Please forgive me." He pleaded.

He steps aside slightly so I can see the server more clearly. “What is wrong with him?” I ask. “We found him sick in bed at the cooks’ quarters,” Eros explains, though I can hear the frustration hidden in his voice. “Apparently he has been suffering from a severe flu since last night.” He lifts the bottle again. “And this…” His next words fall like scalding stones. “Consort Raquel gave him this medicine to help with the flu. “It is simply flu medicine, my King.”

However, thirty minutes before the ceremony was set to begin, the King collapsed and could not be revived. Isabella does mention that Peyton and the King were very close. And after his death, Peyton grew increasingly ill. Many doctors attempted to solve her mystery illness, but none were successful. And none of the treatments they suggested were working. Additionally, she had no symptoms other than weakness, and so a diagnosis couldn’t be given, and hence the right method of treatment couldn’t be established. All they could do was provide her with medication that eased the pain of her illness. Eventually, Isabella invites us to meet her sister and takes us to her room. And while all other as

This was war. All of my bravado faded by the next morning when I had to rush Roman to the medical center. He could barely even walk. A few hours had passed since Tara ran the tests. But I was freaking out. I had gone to speak to Nigel and the others to make sure they kept my husband's whereabouts discreet. Roman was hunched over in bed when I walked in. He held a basin in his hands, his shoulders shaking as another harsh cough tore out of him. Dark red blood splattered the metal.

Meanwhile, inside the king's palace, James was still talking seriously with Keannu and also Xylan. "I know ... you left because of that problem," said Keannu who then couldn't stop coughing. Xylan quickly approached his father and helped him to drink some water. James frowned, knowing that the king's health had declined drastically. Keannu got up from his chair and walked towards James with Xylan's help. As Keannu was about to fall, James quickly helped him up, "Your Majesty." "I'm fine," Keannu said with a weak smile. "You don't have to ...."

“What is the matter with her? What happened to her? Is she sick? Does she need a serious medical care? Is she…” “Be calm” The physician smiled as he saw th4e look of worry on Lucian’s face. Well…… he was quite scared and hoped she would not die. She was his friend after all. “She was just stressed and nothing more. She had been thinking so much and I guess it weakened her entire body hence making her very sick. She would be fine” The royal physician explained. Lucian heaved a sigh of relief. He had lost his mind when he thought she was going to die.

She stayed like that until he calmed down and fell asleep. ‘He’s been too busy these past few days,’ Anton told Josef. ‘Knowing him, he wouldn’t just sit down and rest obediently.’ Josef answered. ‘He always refused to rest and sleep early, to think that it already reached to this point.’ ‘No, Your Highness.’ The doctor answered. ‘This is a different disease altogether. The same as Emperor Franz’ disease.’ Josef and Anton were surprised to hear that. How could Hadrian contract the same disease when he is away from the palace? Anton suspected that Hadrian could got it from his time outside the palace.