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

have a fever?” I asked. “What’s her new treatment

glanced at each other, then

plan,” the blank

must have

had a tiny condescending smile. I hated him more than anyone else in

at that moment.

said. “We hope you will see reason, and give up on wanting to treat

flared hot. “You are talking about a person –

needs

our resources for those with hope of survival,” the doctor with the

her

Were their resources so scarce they would refuse to help a child? Why hadn’t that been

saying she didn’t

didn’t you tell me this before?” I asked. My voice was rising with my panic. “Elva has

already, and no one said a thing about

the

crossed

came out shaking. I wanted to scream at them, but

I had to submit

I

Chapter 0022

wasn’t I

terminal illness?”

pushed his glasses up his nose with his index finger. “Perhaps

a turn

hear.

pitying one shrugged. “What’s the point?” He placed his hand on

me not to shove him away. “Giving up now is for

that,” I said. “Elva is worth saving. At least try. Please.

with the pitying look shook his head. He called to

My legs

doctor walked straight out the door, the other, the

side.

she

her.”

confusion, but she offered no further explanation. She

back

she insinuating that someone here might have done something to

her because of who she

my knees on

me down.

let Elva die! Even if she was sick enough…

she deserve some treatment?

girl was in

second

feet and scrambled to Elva’s side. Her

“It hurts…”

but how

her lashes.

yelling? My heart sunk in