Sick With Mima นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mimi retorted, “Ooh, am sorry, I didn't know” 'Tara says, “have you gone to the hospital” 'Tara asked, “I have been to the pharmacy and he has prescribed malaria drugs for me” Mimi replied, “Why didn't you consult a medical doctor that could treat you perfectly?“ 'Tara asked, “It is slight malaria, not something serious, I will be fine,” Mimi says, “How can I get to your house” 'Tara says, please send the direction via text message?“ She asked,

Miesa looked up as he entered and she cried harder. “Take me away from here daddy please.” She begged. "I don’t wanna be sick.” “I’m sorry princess". Cesar walked over to her bed and gripped her tiny hand in his. "I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say except to apologize. She looked so pale and there were red spots on her body. She was even too weak to lift her hand up. “Please don’t let me die daddy.” Mimi said. "I want to stay with you and mommy.”

she snapped at him. Calab grimaced, he didn't like being the brunt of anyone's anger and definitely not Aramina's. "please Mina, stop being mad at us, everywhere had gone dull without you. Zach had been sick and Karen have been so busy in the office, I have to handle the..." "wait what , Zach is ill?' Aramina's face paled as she asked "he has recovered now, travelled out yesterday as soon as he was able to walk " Caleb explained feeling guilty, Zach had instructed them not to tell Aramina anything about his health, but now he had blabbered.

Mia asked, with a look of disbelief. "Yeah..." Emma answered, absentmindedly and then she went on to say, "He also said he thinks I'm down with some other sickness. He didn't say what was wrong with me, exactly." She explained and she felt a pang of fear. If the healer couldn't diagnose her, it could be she was down with an incurable sickness. Her eyes widened, clearing up instantly. Slowly, she called out to the maid, "Mia..." "Hmm?" Mia answered.

It was as though he didn’t even want to hear from me, and that was the same worry that drove me to Saint’s room. “Mia has been terribly sick,” Tessa started. “Since she was brought back, she has been going in and out of consciousness. The doctor said her condition is critical, and the scars created by the injuries she secured when she ran away might never go away,” Tessa narrated. “That is some good news,” I said, nodding. “And so, if Mia has barely been alive all these days, what then has been keeping you busy?” I asked, getting more infuriated.

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He angrily asked me. "Mateo, please," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. He straightened, towering over me as he turned toward the doctor. "I'm Mila's father. How's my daughter doing?" "She’s stable now," the doctor said, glancing between us. "Her fever caused the seizure, which is common in children her age. She has the flu, so rest and hydration are key. Keep an eye on her blood sugar as well; her diabetes makes her more vulnerable."

The faint beep that followed made my heart drop. “Regina, what happened?” Mother’s voice filters through as she and father rush in. “Why didn’t you guys call me? Mia’s not feeling well at all!” “She was fine this morning during breakfast,” Father replied, confused. “Yes,” Mother nodded, “She was running around, waiting for you to come. We had no idea she was sick.” I shook my head, focused on Mia. “101.8,” I muttered under my breath. Too high. I reached for her water glass, guiding it to her lips. “Drink some for me, baby.”

And yet there she’d been today, standing in my church, watching me like she was trying to peel back my skin and see what was underneath. I’d felt Mia’s anger radiating off her in waves after mass—squeezed into a space she didn’t want to be in, forced to smile while her family dissected me like I was some puzzle to solve. “What about her? Did she get sick again? What happened? Do you want me to come over? I know it’s late, but I could still come right now,” I said, already calculating how fast I could get to her house without anyone noticing. “No. That’s not the problem. She’s not sick. She’s fine. In fact, I wish she could get more sick!” she cursed, the words bitter and sharp.