Sick With Mima Novels & Stories

"This is exactly what I wanted you to see before I go." "Your flight," I said. "Can wait ten more minutes." Eleanor glanced down the hall, then back at me. "Damian is in the study. I need both of you there. Now, before I lose my nerve to leave at all." I followed her down, my legs heavier with every step. Damian stood by the window, jaw tight, refusing to look at either of us as we walked in. Eleanor didn't sit. She simply opened a folder she'd been carrying and set it on the desk. "Mia is sick, Lila. Genetically. Her heart and lungs. It comes and goes, and there's no warning."

her mouth took a perfectly round shape “Or does your boo boo still hurt? Mommy said you're sick...” “Yes, I am sick.” He can't stop himself from giving a stiff smile “Sick of myself, actually.” “Uh...” Millicent blinked, clearly not understanding anything he said “Well, then maybe you can't play. It's boring. One time I got really sick and mommy didn't let me go out to play even once. But then I got better when she started giving me my medicine and I never had to stay in bed again.” She said happily and, just as Massimo was about to ask if it had been a cold or something that had left her in bed, Millicent added “Do you also take medicine? Are they also bitter?”

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.

She would never want to see Emma in that state. “D-don’t know,” Emma rasped, eyeing Mila with weary eyes. Mila took her sick friend to the bathroom where she emptied her stomach. “You shouldn’t b-be seeing th-this,” Emma stuttered, looking at Mila as she flushed the toilet. “It’s fine, I don’t mind,” Mila assured her. This wasn’t the first time where Mila had to take care of Emma. Emma’s sickness was usually terrible because of her immune system. Her parents were usually at work most of the time, so Mila took it upon herself to take care of her friend.

Young called out in distress, “Ma’am! Ma’am, we still need to get to the hospital! Mia’s burning up even more!” Snapped back to reality by those words, Miranda wiped her face, reversed the car, and drove to the hospital. At the ER, she jumped out with Mia in her arms. When the nurse tried to prick Mia’s finger for blood work, she cried and thrashed in fear. Miranda held her down firmly. As Mia screamed in agony, Miranda felt like her heart was being torn apart. The diagnosis revealed multiple viral infections. At least seven virulent strains were present, and the chest CT showed extensive whiteout in both lungs.

Barun answered with his eyes slightly downward. “What is Miria suffering from, uncle?” Barun frowned, “Ice inflictions... The doctor was not sure what sickness it is, so he called it that.” Darrion frowned, “Ice inflictions? What are the symptoms?” “There were no symptoms. But sometimes when it acted up, Miria gets tired real fast and she feels very cold. She said it’s just how one would catch a cold, but there’s no warmth felt at all. Just plain... Cold.” This was the first time Jai heard about it. And listening to Barun’s explanations, he guessed this sickness is not common around this area. He was even surer by Darrion’s reactions next.

Still. Charmine gazed at him, eyes filled with reason and logic. “Is McKenzie so capable that she can give such a strange illness to Momo? Momo’s immune system had always been weak. Even if McKenzie was involved, she merely sped up the side effects and pushed the symptoms harder. Even if we find McKenzie now, neither Nial nor the rest of the world knows what to do with Momo’s illness! What could she do? The most we can do is kill her, but Momo will still die!” Her clear voice rang in the air, calm yet heavy like ice.

My memory, typically prone to haunt me, become a steel-trap, effortlessly retaining every detail I encountered. "Now that your boy here did his part why dont we get down to business." Simon's voice grip my attention pulling me back to where I am and I turn toface him, ffocussing all my hightened attention onto him. Fierey burning through my veins as I am about to launch at him."Wait!" And I pause just as the word fall from his mouth. "I can offer you an important piece of information. Mia's sister, Maya, she suffers from a rare disorder that makes it extremely difficult for her to leave their family home." His words hits my receptors like striking an iceberg.