Chapter 1972

Chapter 1972

Zoey held the pill between her fingers and continued, "Open up, take your medicine."

Fitch leaned against the headboard, his eyes closed, his Adam's apple bobbing, sweat dripping down his forehead in beads.

"Fitch?"

No response came from him.

Zoey's concern grew. She gently wiped his sweat away with a towel, her voice softening considerably.

"Feeling that bad?"

Fitch opened his eyes, a hazy look in them, and pointed to his throat, "Here."

His demeanor, so much like Nolan's, made Zoey's heart soften further as she wiped the sweat from his neck.

"Take the medicine, and you'll feel better."

"I won't."

After these three words, he closed his eyes again.

Zoey sensed something was seriously off. It reminded her too much of Nolan.

Frowning, she gently slapped his face.

"Wake up, take the medicine. Since when are you this stubborn when sick?"

Fitch pursed his lips, stubbornly refusing the medicine.

Eventually, Zoey pinched his chin and forced the pill into his mouth, then leaned in, using her tongue to push it down.

slid smoothly down his throat. He opened

him drink, when she

glass fell from her hand,

"What did you say?"

kiss me,

was delirious from the fever, yet she was deeply

are you

"Greenfield Preschool's Fitch!"

"Fitch, student."

"Present!"

keep a straight face, a slight

"Nap time, sleep now."

"Okay."

curled up, quickly lying down

a blanket and about to leave, Zoey saw him still

"Fitch, student?"

"Present!"

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"My head's spinning."

you close your

at her own words and seeing the

president; set an example

her face, then suddenly

me, then I'll

option, Zoey kissed

he did close his

wash up,

the bed, Zoey decided to

sooner had she laid down than Fitch

needle in his hand, quickly held him

"Don't move."

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