Ron Darling Illness Novels & Stories

But I haven’t seen any of it. We headed to the doctor’s office, with Darcy while Raven was currently asleep. The doctor explained about Raven’s current situation. He’s been underweight. He smoked a lot and drank a lot for the past few months. They were checking if he had liver failure or lung disease and I am scared that those things would come true. As soon as we left the doctor’s office, I faced Darcy and held her hand. I realized that I was shaking. “It’s my fault. I left him without closure and…”

he asked Jia and Sant. Jia pointed at Sant, and Sant glanced towards the veranda. “As usual,” he said. “Jia asked me to check on you. In case the plan failed and something happened to you.” “What was that potion, actually?” Verona asked. Jia took a deep breath before explaining. “So, after the news about the return of the vampire hunters reached The Elders, Sant’s father, Daire Thancred, who is an expert in medicine,” “He has been involved in the world of medicine for hundreds of years,” Sant interrupted.

After his wife left the bedroom, Darwin fell silent. Pondering for a moment whatever Beatrix said, everything was true as it was. But Darwin still frowned on his stance, he didn't want to take medicine. So far, he has almost never taken medicine, other than vitamins. He thought that his illness would only be cured when Jeslyn returned. Even though it was clear that the doctor said that there was a problem with his heart because he was too stressed and thought a lot. For this reason, Darwin was required to have adequate rest and take medicine properly so that his body and heart condition would recover.

"The top rung houses the center for disease control. One ailment our scientists are working on causes the loss of fairy wings. Did you know that happens?" Worry formed in my belly. Ryden wasn't a fairy, but a pixilette. Still, I wondered if she ever got sick, if her wings would fall off. I never knew her to be ill. "I didn't," I answered quietly, still lost in my own thoughts. "We've discovered it's a degenerative disease found in the DNA of some fairies. But in the last few years, our scientists have found a cure." That surprised me. And Snow White.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, forcing himself to calm down before splashing water on his face. “Honey?” Luna Daria’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Are you in there?” “Yes. I’ll be out in a minute,” he replied, quickly drying his hands and composing himself. When he stepped out, Daria looked worried. “Elvis is feeling a little better now. He had a serious flu — it nearly hospitalized him. His immune system is supposed to be stronger than most wolves. Why does he keep falling sick so frequently?”

He wasn't in the mood to talk business while the image of Freya’s terrified face was burned into his mind. Hours later, Darlington sat on the edge of his bed in the quiet mansion. He held a cold beer in one hand, while the other—wrapped in white bandages—rested on his knee. He stared out the massive floor-to-ceiling window at the city lights, his mind a chaotic storm of anger and confusion. He summoned Kelvin. "How is she?" Darlington asked, not turning around. His eyes were bloodshot and tired. "She’s stable, sir," Kelvin reported, standing at the door. "The nurses have seen her. They say it wasn't a physical illness. It was a massive panic attack triggered by emotional trauma. She’s sleepi

Daxiel laid her on the mattress, covered her with a blanket, and quietly left the room. His expression remained calm throughout, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. As he came downstairs, Luciano handed him a report. "I forgot to tell you something earlier." Daxiel continued walking. "It's about Arya." As expected, Daxiel stopped immediately. "What is wrong with her?" "The doctor diagnosed her with malnutrition." Daxiel turned to face him. "I spoke to Slade about it. He said she has an eating disorder." No wonder she always ate so little.

Morrison warned, as his tone became firm. I took a deep breath and forced myself to sit down. "Please," I stated, my voice shook. "I need to know. Mitchelle left me to watch over him. She trusted me to keep him safe and now something's happened. Please, Dr. Morrison." The doctor sighed and rubbed his temples. "Look, Danika," he said quietly. "I'm only telling you this because of the respect I have for Mitchelle. Apparently, Dorian just suffered a cardiac arrest. It was bad. He kept slipping in and out."

“Hi again, Starr. I hear you’re not feeling well?” Bella reiterated for what felt like the hundredth time that night, “I’m anemic and I have low blood sugar. I just got a little sick on the pedestal with the bright lights, but I’m fine now.” “Oh shit, I forgot the food,” Darian exclaimed, rushing towards the door. “I had it, then I saw her and—shit, I’ll be right back, don’t faint.” He pointed at Bella, as if she had any control over that.

Last I saw her, she was almost a sack of bones. Fear gripped me. "What did you do?" I growled. She turned her back to me and shrugged. "Nothing you can remedy. You will do as I say or you will watch your mother die slowly. You will search to the ends of Enchantia for a remedy to her sickness and you shall not find it. At least, not here. Only I can provide you with the antidote. She won't last a few days Dameon. I'm not pleased with the idea of having to wear ceremonial garments every day. Chose wisely." My heart thudded in my chest as -- I was slammed out of his head. I winced. Somehow, I had been inside his head! I knew what was going to happen next. I shook my head profusely. "D