The Cure For Madness の小説・ストーリー

" Hearing the truth, Aunt Margaretta cupped her mouth and her eyes rounded frightfully. "You didn't know of this before?" Jonathan was shocked to see that the head maid of this house wasn't made aware of this. Then that means Alexandra is taking care of her own meds the whole time? Is she even taking her medicines properly? Doubts tossed around inside his mind. "Can she recover from this? This illness you talked about." Aunt Margretta asked as desperation swelled inside her gaze. No one, not even Halton had ever shared about this illness. "Unfortunately there is no known cure for schizophrenia." Jonathan's voice saddened on a deeper note. If there was a cure then he would definitely get her

Galahad apologized. " Alright, for example, when we were trying to give the cure. The cure is supposed to be absorbed into their blood and brought to the brain, but instead, the body sees it as a threat, refuses to absorb it, and sends it to the nearest exit. The mothers at the time were mindless monsters but had the full brain capacity to control every part of their bodies consciously.

he asked as he stared at her. "You need to be cured, it is a disease, a disease that needs to be stamped out" Jasmin screamed, slamming her fist into the door. "You cant mate them and you cant live without them so we have to find a cure, to stop you all from going mad when you have to live without them. If he had had a cure he would never have done it, he would have stayed" she screamed. "Who? Who would have stayed?" Sebestian asked, wiping the spit that had sprayed from her mouth, from his face, she looked insane. "Who did you lose when they couldn't have their mate?" Sebestian asked as he put all the pieces together.

he threatened. “I don’t care too.” I turned my back on him. “The magic made you lose your special wolf and memory. You were progressing, but now we are back at square one.” His voice sounded hurt, and he sighed, muttering something. “Is there a cure?” I whispered slowly as the waves of sleep washed over me. “Yes, there is. But you won’t like it,” he answered. “What’s that?” My curiosity jumped with excitement. “The cure lies in us having another child, and this will break the illusion around your head,” he said, encircling his hands around my waist. A shiver coursed through my body at the very notion.

He had some work, so he spared me for some time and I had the opportunity for the first time in days to sleep soundly. That night, in my dream, the same mysterious man visited me in the garden of Eden. “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” I asked him, again. “That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the man. “Well, I want to get to a place where I can find a cure to heal my brother.” “If you’re seeking a cure for madness, then maybe you ought to visit Madland.” “Sir, I’ve heard of a Wonderland, but never of a Madland!”

Emilee said, and tears started streaming down her face. Yasmine quickly grabbed a tissue from the nearby table and handed it to her. Emilee said thank you and wiped away her tears. "After Mrs. Maddox passed away, Mr. Russell went crazy every two years. He had a mental illness before, but Mrs. Maddox developed a cure and cured him. But then he went crazy again. Mrs. Maddox's master came to see him, but he couldn't do anything. He said it was a heart disease, and only heart medicine could cure it! Until you came, Mr. Russell's condition miraculously improved a lot, although we don't know how long it will take for him to fully recover, but he is already close to being a normal person, isn't he?

My voice trailed off as I met his eyes. “Wolf madness,” Dr. Davis said; I nodded once and said nothing as I stared down at my feet sheepishly. “And you are worried his wolf madness will get you killed? It wasn’t a secret that I was frightened; anybody in their right minds would be frightened.; especially after hearing what happened to his ex-luna. “Yes,” I admitted. “I wanted to know if wolf madness had a cure.” “There’s no cure that I can think of,” he told me with a frown. “I think it also depends on how he obtained this madness in the first place.”

For some reason, I felt like he was being straight with me. "Yeah. Afraid so." "Then what is it?" I whispered. Somehow, I knew what he was going to say. "Eventually, we all go insane." There. He'd said it. I was a psycho. I could feel the truth of his words. I'd rather die than go insane. "Is there a cure?" My voice wobbled. "No. Afraid not. But there used to be a certain individual who could temper it, kind of take the edge off, so to speak. Unfortunately, she ran away."

I want to explain that marriage isn't some magical cure for loneliness, that sometimes being alone is better than being with the wrong person. But I know better. Telling them I don't plan to get married would probably give them all heart attacks. "I hear you, Auntie," I say instead, my smile so fake it hurts my face. "You make very good points. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to check on the bride." I escape before they can say anything else, weaving through the crowd toward the bridal suite. My heels click against the marble floor, and I can feel curious eyes following me. Everyone wants to know about the cousin who went to America and never came back with a husband.

“Okay, I believe you but calm down. You have to calm down, don’t stress yourself.” “No! How would I calm down when something crazy happened to me?! But you know what’s even crazier?! When I was falling down, a man jumped and caught me in the air! Yeah, like in the air, you know what I mean?” Madison holds both of Louve’s shoulders and shakes her body with full excitement. “I saw his eyes turned yellow and I was closing my eyes and expecting my death but we magically landed safe on the ground! What kind of sorcery is that?! W-Wait, am I know dead? Ouch!” Madison flinched as she pinches herself. Louve just looked at her with blank expression. Louve looked at the other people inside the emergen