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Chapter 153 Fever and Nightmares
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After treating the wound, Benjamin stood up and said, “The injury’s been bandaged. She needs rest now. Ill
prescribe smedication to prevent infection and fever. She may spike a fever tonight, you'll need to keep an
eye on her.”
Lucas nodded, his voice low. “Thank you.”
Benjamin gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, his tone softening a bit. “Don’t worry too much- she’s out of
danger.”
“Yeah.” Lucas gave a slight nod, though his eyes never once strayed from Sloane.
Andrew followed Benjamin out to fetch the medication, leaving just Lucas and Sloane alone in the room.
Outside, dusk slowly settled over the sky; the warm glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting
a soft golden hue over the room.
Lucas gently stroked Sloane's face. Her complexion was paper-white, completely drained of color; a few damp
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtstrands of hair clung to her forehead, making her look even more fragile.
His eyes brimmed with guilt and heartbreak.
Andrew returned with the medicine and even brought back dinner for Lucas. “Sir, you should eat something and
take a break. I'll stay here and watch over Ms. Rivers.”
Lucas didn’t move. “Just leave it. I'll eat in a bit.”
Andrew knew full well he wouldn't eat at all. He wanted to say more, but seeing that Lucas’s entire focus was on
Sloane, he swallowed the words back down.
By midnight, the air in the room had turned heavy and stifling.
Sloane's breathing grew labored; beads of sweat dotted her forehead. Under the dim light, her face looked even
more pallid. Her brows furrowed tightly, and her body began to tremble, like she was trapped in some
inescapable nightmare.
Lucas had remained by her side the entire time. Noticing something was wrong, he immediately reached out to
touch her forehead-she was burning up, and the heat made his heart clench.
“Sloane...” he whispered her name, trying to coax her out of the nightmare.
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But Sloane didn’t seem to hear him. Her fingers clutched the bedsheets tightly; her lips trembled as if she were
struggling in silence. Her body writhed in distress, and her movements caused the wound on her shoulder to
ooze blood once more.
Lucas’s brow furrowed deeply, a flicker of urgency flashing in his eyes. He stood and quickly fetched a warm
towel, gently dabbing her forehead in an effort to bring her temperature down.
But her fever remained alarmingly high.
“No, don’t cnear me...” Sloane's voice trembled, faint and filled with fear.
She began to thrash more violently.
Lucas felt like his heart was being crushed. He knew that if this went on, her wound might reopen-things could
get even worse.
He sat down at the edge of the bed and gently gathered her into his arms, grabbing hold of her injured arm to
keep her from flailing.
But the restraint only made Sloane struggle harder. She couldn't move her hands, so she started kicking him
instead.
Lucas let out a muffled grunt and gritted his teeth through the pain.
“Sloane, don’t be afraid! I'm right here.” His voice was low and tender, carrying a quiet strength meant to
soothe.
But her nightmare only deepened. Her fingers unconsciously clutched his arm, her nails digging into his skin.
Lucas didn’t flinch-he simply endured it in silence.
Suddenly, he remembered-she had fallen into a nightmare like this once before and couldn't wake up.
His eyes darkened; without hesitation, he swiftly lifted his arm to her mouth. “Sloane, bite down.”
Her lips quivered; her teeth sank into his arm instinctively. Blood spilled out instantly, trailing down the corner of
her mouth.
Lucas didn’t make a sound, he simply held her tighter, letting her teeth sink deep into his flesh.
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