The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0022

I

Forcing my voice level, I asked, “Why wasn’t I previously informed that Elva was suffering from a

terminal illness?”

The pitying one pushed his glasses up his nose with his index finger. “Perhaps we were optimistic before. But she has since taken a turn for the worst. We aren’t fortunetellers, ma’am.”

That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. “So you won’t treat her? At all?”

The pitying one shrugged. “What’s the point?” He placed his hand on my shoulder, and it took everything within me not to shove him away. “Giving up now is for the best. You’ll see that soon enough.”

“I will never agree with that,” I said. “Elva is worth saving. At least try. Please. I’m begging you.

The doctor with the pitying look shook his head. He called to his colleague. “We’re done here.” a

“No…” My legs went weak.

As one doctor walked straight out the door, the other, the one with the blank expression stopped at my

side.

In a whisper that no one else could hear, she told me, “Perhaps leaving the palace would be better for

her.”

I looked at her in confusion, but she offered no further explanation. She left the room without glancing

back

Was she insinuating that someone here might have done something to Elva? Or was she saying that no one here would help her because of who she was?

I collapsed. I would have likely banged my knees on the floor if my maid hadn’t caught me and helped.

me down.

What was I going to do? I couldn’t let Elva die! Even if she was sick enough… even if it was fated… didn’t

she deserve some treatment?

The poor girl was in pain!

Miss Piper said the second maid from Elva’s bedside,

Aluson I pushed myself back to my feet and scrambled to Elva’s side: Her little hand was reaching out

in both of mine

“It’s okay, honey. Mommy’s here now. It’s going to be okay.”

She seemed soothed by my presence, enough to fall asleep.

I glanced at the second maid, who was diligent in holding that compress and watching Elva. Confident she would alert me if something else occurred, I stepped back from the bed to consult with the doctors.

toward them, they stopped their hushed words to each other and looked at me. One wore a blank expression. The other had a pitying

does Elva have a fever?” I asked.

at each other, then

no treatment plan,” the

must have misheard.

tiny condescending smile. I hated him more than

at that moment.

said. “We hope you will see reason, and give

are talking about a person – a child – not some

that needs put down.”

hope of survival,” the doctor with the blank

hated her as

been mentioned

saying she didn’t deserve

before?” I asked. My voice was rising

and no one said a thing about her having a terminal

to shout,” said the pitying one. “We

crossed her

came out shaking. I

I had to submit to whatever they

I

Chapter 0022

asked, “Why wasn’t I

terminal illness?”

one pushed his glasses up his nose with

taken a turn for the worst. We

what I wanted to hear. “So you won’t

placed his hand

“Giving up now

is worth saving. At least try. Please.

look shook his head. He called to his colleague.

legs

straight out the door, the other, the one with the

side.

that no one else could hear, she told me, “Perhaps leaving the palace would be better

her.”

her in confusion, but she offered no further explanation. She left the

back

someone here might have done something to

would help her because of

on the

me down.

to do? I couldn’t let Elva die! Even if she was sick enough…

she deserve some treatment?

poor girl was in

Piper,” said the second maid from Elva’s

back to my feet and scrambled to Elva’s side. Her little hand

“It hurts…”

lie, but how could I let her believe

She peeked at me through her lashes. Her eyes

heard me yelling? My heart sunk