Sick With Mima Novels & Stories

He seemed to take pleasure in her suffering, and went out of his way to make her life miserable. It was a strange twist of fate that had brought Mia to this place. She had been born into the pack, just like everyone else. But from the very beginning, she had known that she was different. She, unlike the rest of the wolves in the pack, couldn't shift into her wolf form. She was suffering from PTSD, and that was what was blocking her ability to shift. Noah always punished her and as he did he verbally abused her and taunted her, telling her to shift, like she did when she killed their parents.

Felix, sensing my doubt, spoke again with unwavering determination, “It will get better. I’ll make you well, and I’ll make those who hurt you pay for what they did.” Right now, I was more worried about my grandmother. She should have been discharged by now. I had missed my chance to pick her up from the hospital. I couldn’t face her looking like this. All I could do was beg Felix not to tell her, and to wait until I was better before seeing her again. But that day, I received a video from an unfamiliar number. In the video, a group of people surrounded my grandmother, whose hair was completely white, and threw rotten vegetable leaves and stinky eggs at her.

Ariel said and Mia bursted out laughing while Ariel just smiled as she watched her laugh. "I'm sorry " Mia whispered immediately as she stopped laughing and cleared her throat. "Ofcourse I'm not pregnant " she said and Ariel laughed. "Who said anything about pregnancy " she replied. "I know that's the only thing you can be thinking about " she said and Ariel smiled. "It's just Malaria fever " Mia said and Ariel nodded slowly "I hope it isn't very bad you can take the day off " Ariel said. " No , it isn't that bad " Mia replied immediately.

Mira sighed in relief and sat on her bed. "Your brother is sick!" She cursed while taking off her ghungroos. "Were you dancing?" She asked amused. "Yeah!" Mira smiled at her ghungroos. "You have no idea how desperately I was waiting for this moment... It was a dream come true!" Mariana chuckled. "Good to hear, no one's gonna stop you from now on... What did he do now?" Mira informed her everything and Mariana was shocked. "I am not ready to believe that Damon did this. He was never like this..."

Feeling uncomfortable, Mia turned away and responded, "It's fine. I'm just experiencing a slight stomach ache from lunch." She was reluctant to go to the hospital just because of a mere morning sickness, fearing the embarrassment it might bring. With that, Mia began to depart, yet after only a few steps, her vision blurred, and her legs faltered beneath her. Just as Mia was on the brink of falling, Timothy caught her with his broad arms. Straining to open her eyes, Mia glimpsed Timothy's handsome profile, his features distinguished and appealing. Mia found herself incapable of speaking, overwhelmed by a pervasive weakness that eventually caused her to lose consciousness.

Of course he was going to try to rub it in her face. “I am not here on my volition, if that’s what you are thinking. I only came to talk to you about Mia.” She said as she finally reached him. His smile dropped a bit but he didn’t say anything about it. “Come on in. Let’s talk.” He said as he ushered her into the office. They both walked in to the office and sat down facing each other, an awkward silence falling on them before Reyna cleared her throat. “Mia is sick. She was diagnosed with stage one leukemia.” She said as she watched to gauge his reaction. Nicholas sat up straighter as he heard that Mia was ill. His face took a much more serious look as he listened with rapt attention to Reyn

She just went very still, like all that anger had nowhere to go so it stayed locked inside her. "He was going to take away your wolf," she said flatly. "Small doses over several weeks," I said. "Mira you said yourself the sickness eight months ago was not flu. The muscle weakness. The trouble shifting after." Mira sat back in her chair slowly. She pressed her fingers to her mouth and stared at the table. "I missed it," she said. "I sat with you through two weeks of that and I missed it completely." "You were not looking for it," I said. "Neither was I."

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,

“Mia isn’t in a condition to come out right now. I’m helping her with her treatment, and she can’t see anyone.” “She can’t see anyone?” Vivian seemed doubtful. “Miss Sanders, Mia is not a criminal. What kind of treatment keeps someone from seeing people?” Sarah explained, “It’s Morita Therapy, a well-known psychological intervention. This is the first phase, the absolute bed rest stage. She can’t get out of bed, and she can’t see anyone.” Vivian looked at the monitor in the living room, where Mia was curled up on the floor, crying in distress, clearly in a state of collapse.

Almost instantly,Maxim turned around and headed for the door. I followed closely to find her on the floor,her face pale as white. "Did she have an asthma attack?"Maxim panicked. "No,she…she said her head hurt badly and next thing,she…she passed out."Mila explained. I stood by the office door and watched as Maxim hurried off to the elevator with Nadia in his arms. I grimaced. Would I be inconsiderate or evil to think that Nadia could be faking being seriously sick? Or was she truly sick?