Roman Reigns Sick Novels & Stories

"I am fine." "You fainted yesterday." Dante said like it was a warning. "And you are pale. Romeo is the best obstetrician in Rome. He will check you, verify the vitals, and leave." Romeo’s smile faded into something more professional. He turned to me. His hazel eyes scanned my face. "You fainted? History of anemia? Stress?" "Stress." I admitted quietly. "Okay." Romeo opened his bag. "Let’s take a look.”

Ajax asked, fuming. "Call the imperial doctors here, NOW!" was all Leonard said. South Side, Consort Xue's chamber. Shortly afterward, Ajax dismissed everyone and placed Rhea on her bed. The imperial doctors made a final diagnosis of Rhea and informed the King. He felt his heart shatter to pieces after he learned that she had lost another child of his. And it was all his fault. He sat beside her, getting her hand into his palm. The realization of making the woman he so much craved and loved suffer to such an extent all those years made him lose his control. He knew he had to be careful with Queen Dorothea, or else she would notice the changes in the army and court he had made all these years

Ryan was currently staying in our guest bedroom and he was sick so sick in fact that he passed out as soon as he laid down. Rose was a mess calling her dads and Sarah. Everyone came but Rose told them not to move him because he needed sleep and warmth. The doctor came and ran a test but Ryan was still out like a light. "what is wrong with him doc? It is weird for werewolves to get sick. It is rare you know this so what is going on? Ryan never gets sick",Jakevis growling as Sarah cries but we send her home because she is pregnant and has Liam to watch.

I close the distance between us, ready to attack her. But August is the one who wedges himself between us and stops me. “No one is at fault,” he says, trying to be calm. But I can already see panic building in his eyes. “I checked the draught. It’s stronger than what I give patients who can’t sleep, but that’s what it is—just a normal draught. Whatever’s affecting Roman… it’s not that.” “I’m sorry,” Anais says again, shaking her head. “I don’t know if I can help. I think I know what’s happening now.”

"I apologize for the brief darkness. We had a minor technical issue with the old wiring in the library. But as you can see, the 'Angel' is safe and sound." Everyone started clapping. It made me feel sick. "Where is Roman?" a man in a tuxedo asked. "My son is a bit under the weather," Marcus said. "The excitement of the move and the crash earlier this week... it was all too much. He’s resting upstairs with a doctor. He sends his regrets." "Is he okay, Scarlett?" a woman with a big diamond necklace asked me. I looked at Marcus. He was squeezing my hand very hard. I could feel his thumb pressing into my skin.

His voice dominated the room. "I-I will not investigate the king, Your Majesty!" Grayson said quickly. “With all due respect, that’s ridiculous!” “Yes, yes it is!” Roman agreed. “And do you know what’s even more ridiculous? That the one you should be investigating, King Abel, has been making threats towards my family for some time now, and surprisingly after he visits, the perfectly healthy king falls ill and dies—“ "Roman!" Dalton exclaimed, calling him by his first name before quickly correcting himself. "I-I mean, Your Majesty, that's a very serious accusation."

Roman shakes his head, “SOMETHING else, like another specie, not a werewolf, and right now I can’t wrap my head around it because what do I make of something like this? It might be a mutation or just another secret my former mate is keeping, but whatever it is, I’ve asked Fen to quarantine him and now I’m debating if we tell his parents or not.” “You asked Fen to quarantine him?” Roman must sense the emotions that leak through my tone because he looks up and nods slowly. I respond immediately, “He’s sick.” There’s a high pitch to that last word, like I expect Roman to immediately understand what I mean when I say that but Roman simply nods understandingly, “Exactly. He’s sick.

Raymond said as he lifted his face to catch Regal eyes, but that said it all, he wasn't okay, yes he was trying to be, but he was not, he wasn't okay, his face looked worn out, his gold hair had become brown with dust and his eyes was red from tiredness. "Dad, you are not okay!" Regal said with tears in his eyes, he turned to the nurse, "what's wrong with his wounds, why are they not healing?" Regal asked angrily, with his eyes turning red. "Your high highness, I believe his Majesty is poisoned" the nurse stammered.

"Your Highness, I don't know if I should ask this, but… Don't you want to know about His Majesty's current condition?" I didn't answer, thoughts snarling. Lucian. Love twisted with cruelty, protection laced with chains. What illness could he have? I thought, bitter as bile. He had a heart disease caused by my presence. If I die, his heart disease will naturally be cured. Dr. Monk pressed on, soft. "His Majesty has regained his mobility and can get out of bed and walk." I arched a brow. "Did he say anything to you?"

Interested in me? “He’s been sick for a week now. The doctors don’t know what’s wrong—fever, weakness, nightmares. He’s not the king he used to be.” Derek? Sick? That didn’t add up. Wolves don’t get sick, especially not a lycan king. It wasn’t because of my rejection, was it? That wasn’t enough of a reason. What the heck happened? “What are you talking about? Wolves don’t get sick…” I asked, keeping my voice flat.