The Luna Choosing Game

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.

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

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

doctors glanced at each other,

plan,” the blank

have

pitying doctor also had a tiny condescending smile. I hated him more than anyone else in the

at that moment.

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

about a person – a

that needs put down.”

for those with hope of survival,”

her

didn’t understand. Were their resources so scarce they would refuse to help a child? Why hadn’t that been mentioned earlier? Julian

saying she

me this before?” I asked. My

already, and no one said a thing about her having

no need to shout,” said the pitying one. “We can hear

expression crossed

I wanted to scream at them,

shouting wouldn’t work. For Elva’s sake, I had

I

Chapter 0022

asked, “Why wasn’t I

terminal illness?”

one pushed his glasses up his nose with his

she has since taken a turn for the worst. We aren’t fortunetellers,

to hear.

placed his hand on my

him away. “Giving up now is for

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

the pitying look shook his head. He

My legs

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

side.

could hear, she told me, “Perhaps leaving the palace would be better

her.”

looked at her in confusion, but she offered no further explanation. She

back

insinuating that someone here might have done something to Elva? Or

would help her because of who she

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

me down.

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

she deserve some treatment?

poor girl was in

said the second maid from Elva’s

scrambled to Elva’s side. Her

“It hurts…”