Ron Darling Illness Novels & Stories

He suddenly looked sharply at his people, who forgot to bow their heads when we entered the room, and said, "Everyone, pay respect to the goddess of the sun, my beloved Arie." Everyone, including all of Jala's spouses, was flustered and hurriedly bowed down to greet me. "Rise. May I know what her illness is?" I asked the crowd. "Greetings to the light of Nirvana; she just recovered from a heart disease a year ago, but it seems like it's a relapse, and it became worse because she just recently gave birth," one of Dylan's people reported. Her lips were purple, and her breath was unstable—her nails were also turning purple. Her hands, arms, and toes were stiffening.

You know what happens then. Tears streamed down Mallory's face. "Please. Please, I'll do anything—" This had been Mallory's life for the past five years. Five years since Belarie had first approached her in the hospital, when she'd been at her lowest point. When her two-year-old daughter Darlene had just been diagnosed. Lunar Regression Syndrome.

Darcy interrupted hastily as he remembered “She did tell me that she had poisoned mom and dad and that whether they lived or not would depend on my decision.” “Heh! She even generously gave me a day to consider after warning me of the symptoms. Their symptoms started about 15mins after she left.” “Dad, do you remember how you and mom got sick and how we took you to a few doctors who were unable to figure out what was wrong?” Darcy turned to Adam for confirmation. “I remember.” It was Mark who answered “We even flew in Dr Barr when they fell into a coma.” “Right, when even he failed and the time limit given by Eva was running out, I compromised.” Darcy pursed his lips.

**** Aurora was not in good condition. The doctor took the examination report and said, “... She had severe anemia caused by long-term malnourishment and has serious pneumonia. Why didn’t you take good care of her? A long-term cold obviously causes this pneumonia. If the treatment is delayed, she will be in a worse condition!” Estelle gasped. How could Uncle York be so ungrateful and treat Mom so badly? He is in charge of the company of the Hudson family, and my mother is his biological sister!

Louis Durrant calmly explained John's illness to Keith and Sandra. He was pretty concerned about him. John suffers from a disease that causes abnormalities in his red blood cells. Without the proper treatment, John's life may end sooner. Keith, who was initially angry, has now got calmer. His face was gloomy as he listened to all the explanations. "So this is all because of her?" Sandra rebuked angrily and blamed Pearl suddenly. Keith frowned at his mother. Sandra looked enraged at Pearl, even though she had nothing to do with John's illness. Louis tried to explain again while taking a deep sigh at her attitude.

Sally did not take the ring and instead took off her jacket, baring her left shoulder. Although Frank was afforded a glimpse, he had no intention of ogling—instead, he was staring at the tattoo of a dragon head on Sally's shoulder. "It's a terrible curse!" she exclaimed. "Everytime I felt sick and went to the hospital to check, every type of terminal symptom seemed to happen all at once—tumor growth, organ failure, everything! "Worst of all, by the next visit, all the old symptoms will be gone, replaced by new symptoms!"

I just needed to know more about what the hell they were talking about. “What were you guys discussing about Mr. Rodri Darnell? I heard someone say he was rushed in last night.” I said in a friendly, conversational tone. “Well, yeah.” One of the female residents nodded. “He had a severe case of allergic reaction. It was so bad that he was unconscious by the time the guards got him here. According to what I heard, the CEO’s allergies don’t usually knock him unconscious.” My heart dropped further down into my stomach with dread, with each word she uttered.

Sharlynn started to say but Darren interrupted. " - I'm sorry for your loss Sharlynn, I really am. But vampires are NOT MY KIND! I despise them greatly and I know that whatever is happening with me is just... It's a disease!" He said, trying but failing not to yell the last part of his statement so furiously.

His lips opened as though he was about to say something, when the door of the lounge opened and Darcy burst in, her face somber. "Deacon? I think Mrs. Onara is having a reaction to the new meds-she's tachycardic, spiking a fever and having trouble breathing. We have her on oxygen, but you probably need to come and see what's going on." "Okay. Shit." He released my hand and stood up, draining the rest of his water bottle in a single gulp before tossing it into the recycling bin. "I'm right behind you, Darcy." "Is there anything I can do?" I knew Mrs. Onara only vaguely-she was a pleasant woman fighting liver cancer who'd been willing to speak with me and open to naturopathy, but who also hadn

"Dr. McDowell, what brings you here?" The Health Commissioner of Goldspire, Brody McDowell, replied, "We received word that you have a special patient here. The city government has instructed us to come and take a look." "Please, all of you, come inside." Graham forced a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. Once they entered the hospital room, Brody introduced himself to Arnold and Marion, then observed Elara before asking, "What exactly is her illness?" "There's no definitive diagnosis yet, but it's certainly an extremely rare condition," Graham answered.