Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 565 Don't Leave Me, Dee

For a moment, Deirdre even thought she was touching a block of ice. It jolted her into a realization of what might have happened. Alarmed, she tried to shake him awake. "Brendan Brighthall, wake up! Now!”

He answered her with a painful whimper. She tried to touch his face.

It was feverish.

There was no way he did not have a fever. The man was already half­conscious—if she left him like this, the worst could very well happen.

Deirdre felt as though her mind had blanked. It took her effort to wake herself out of her panic and feel her way out of the room. She finally felt the door of her neighbor and opened it.

A stranger opened it with marked annoyance.

am blind and need your help. My friend has a nasty fever right now, so can you help me call the front desk so they can send a staff member up to our

woman in need-especially on something as urgent as this. The stranger called the front desk without further ado and comforted Deirdre. "Chill, okay? It's easy to get a fever in weather like this. Your friend will be

and confirmed Brendan was suffering from a fever. Unfortunately,

all. If we drive him there right now... It might just worsen his condition. My suggestion? We'll give him some medicine to cool down his fever and turn the AC up. You'll have to watch

could only nod. 'Thank

doing my part,

sent warm water and medicine soon enough. Deirdre received them, set them on the table, hesitated momentarily, and began to undress Brendan. She might be too blind to see anything, but she could feel, including his

not in the mood to shower again, though, so she sat

a waking dream-she was back to

snapped out of the illusion and pinched the center of her palm. Since Deirdre knew Brendan was still unconscious, she cast her eyes low and muttered to no one in particular, "You know, I was seriously musing about leaving you in your fever before I decided to seek help. I'm blind, you

do it, Brendan. Not because I hold even a lick of feelings for you... but because

she rested her head on the edge of the bed and slept. In her

"Water."

unreal as if he was just muttering in his sleep. Deirdre had no reason to doubt his request, though. "Oh, you're thirsty.