At the hospital

Wesley silently watched the girl lying in the hospital bed. She was put on a drip. He called Adalson.

“She has a high fever-39.8 degrees

Celsius. Her burn wounds are infected. She’s been put on a drip in the hospital.”

Adalson frowned deeply.

“39.8? Wow. She can’t even take care of herself? I’m busy these days. Hartwell just left the city and her parents…” He paused, let out a sigh and continued, “Wesley, please take care of her for me, for just a few days.”

Wesley looked up at the ceiling, baffled. After a moment’s silence, he promised, “Don’t worry, Uncle Adalson. I got this.”

he returned to the ward and sat down in a chair beside the bed. He fixed his eyes on

N G E L A ‘s L I B

full of life then, but now she Lay motionless

that bad. The second time, she’d fallen into a stupor induced by the high

didn’t she take care of

thinking for a moment, he stood up from his chair and grabbed a cotton ball. He dipped it

applied the new ointment to her

in her sleep, maybe because it stung. Wesley adjusted his technique and did it

complexion difference between his arm and

looked as soft as a baby girl’s

put the ointment away. Hardly thinking about it, he took her small left hand in his big

smooth. He had never felt anything like this. He totally lost himself in this

here. He heard from an acquaintance that Wesley was there too.

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