Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 406

He held her hand, brushing his cheek against her palm. "I just wish you could forgive me, really."

Clara frowned, helping him sit up. "Z, you're burning up. We need to get you to the hospital."

With all the nonsense he was spouting, she worried the fever might really mess

him up.

He slumped against her. "No hospital, Clara. Thirty-three times."

"What?"

Thirty-three times what?

Her anxiety spiked as she touched his forehead again, worried the fever was affecting his mind.

Then he gripped her hand, pressing it against his cheek. "That's how many times you've wanted to kill me."

Clara's heart skipped a beat, then she laughed softly. "You're delirious. Get some sleep. If you're still feverish when you wake up, we're going to the hospital."

By then, whether he liked it or not, she'd see him through it.

as if just realizing this

he'd dream of her

so many times, he sometimes couldn't tell reality

his eyes, his throat working before he

a pillow and gently pushed him

arms snaked around her waist, pulling

"Rest with me."

lay next to him, she could still feel the heat radiating from

couldn't sleep, her mind replaying the doctor's

brushing against the bracelet he wore and the ring

wrapping her in his arms, letting out

stayed awake until around five, hearing him

out, touching his forehead again; at least the fever

some medication with side effects. I'm supposed to talk you out of

was straightforward, but

I usually stay out of your decisions, but you can't treat your body

tight after

was quiet for a few more moments, then suddenly

you tell me not to take it, I won't. But can you swallow