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.

friend has a nasty fever right now,

could decline to help a beautiful woman in need-especially on something as urgent as this. The stranger called the front desk without further

a crude examination, the staff came and confirmed Brendan was suffering from a fever. Unfortunately, there was little they could do given

isn’t near at 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 over him until morning when the rain should stop. We’ll then send your friend to the hospital first

only nod. 'Thank

doing my

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,

reminding her in dismay that her shower had been for nothing. She was not in the mood to shower again, though, so she sat on the bedside

to those times when

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 see. And the weather's bad. All I need to do is to pretend I have

a lick of feelings for you... but because I can never be as heartless as you are,

and slept. In her

"Water."

sounded weak and almost unreal as if he was just muttering in his sleep. Deirdre had no reason to doubt