Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Bad fever

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I tried to sit up again, but my body was hit by a jolt of cold sensation. I shivered terribly, and my teeth chattering in response.

Fear gripped me as I realized I was alone and helpless. I couldn't call for help, as my voice was cracked and hoarse.

Goosebumps invaded my skin as my mind raced with thoughts of how I ended up like this. I was fine the previous night, laughing and having fun with family and friends. Had I overexerted myself at the party? Had I stayed up too late, thereby stressing my body? Tears brimmed at the corners of my eyes as I thought about Mom and Maverick. What if I didn't make it? What if I died in this bed, alone and unattended? Fear gripped me at the thought, and I fervently prayed, begging for someone to come and find me. Just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, a knock sounded on the door. Hope returned to me, and I tried to respond, but no sound came out.

"Arielle?" Mom's voice sounded behind the door.

I tried to respond again, but all that came out was a weak whimper.

"Arielle, are you not up yet? You'll be late for work," she said, and almost immediately, I heard the doorknob turning. Her concerned face soon appeared in the gap as her eyes landed on me.

"You're late.." she continued, but her words trailed off as she took in my appearance. Her eyes immediately widened in alarm, and she hurried over to the bed.

"Are you okay?" Her hand was reaching for my forehead now. But she withdrew it the instant they connected like it was a hot object.

"Oh my God, you're running a temperature!" she exclaimed.

I tried to respond, but my voice was feeble as usual. Mom's face was masked with worry now as she leaned over me, feeling every part of my body.

"Don't worry, baby, Mom's here now. It's just a cold, nothing serious."

With those words, she immediately sprang into action. She rushed into my bathroom and returned with a bowl of lukewarm water and a towel. Getting back in bed, she shed some part of my clothing and began to sponge my forehead, arms, and legs, all in a bid to bring down the temperature.

"It's okay, sweetie, Mom's with you. This will help bring down your fever," she cooed, palming my face softly.

as the cool sensation of the towel felt like a balm to my overheated skin, and I let out a sigh of relief. But at some point, it felt like a switch for more hotness was flipped and my body

like they were stuck in my throat, and I had to force them out. Her efforts alone

more worry as the realization of that dawned on her, too. "Okay,

table and placed it in

the screen, probably scanning through the hospital's website. And then she was placing the phone on her ear, her

the phone was answered. "Hello?" She

end, her grip on the

of time," her voice went off with frustration. "But that's

back again as she began to pace. "Can't you do anything to help us?" Her voice has turned pleading now. "She is getting worse by the second. Can't you send someone sooner?" The person on the phone must have offered some sort of

thank you," she mumbled and dropped the

returned to the bed,

face.

do we do? They can't get here until after two hours because of a delay. The other hospitals are hours away, and I can't get you out of bed on my own.

I already exhausted my little strength on the ones I said earlier. She noticed my feeble movement

she nodded. "That's right, I should

and came to an end with no response. Her face fell, and she cast me an apologetic

"I'll call again."

desperately

his phone.

as possible, or else I feared that something might go wrong. My heart pulse had increased, and my body was literally burning like

he answered the phone. Mom quickly explained the situation, and after a brief conversation that I couldn't make out, she

deal and can't leave," she explained to me. "But he promised to call Jared to come

blinked, but

of my state. I

when did Jared