Lydia, seeing Alaric shake his head, decided not to get up to answer the door.

The doorbell rang for a while and then stopped.

Just as Lydia was about to breathe a sigh of relief, her cell phone buzzed in her pocket.

Checking the caller ID, she saw it was Thalassa calling and quickly answered.

"Lydia, did you swing by Alaric's place to check up on him?" Thalassa's concerned voice came through the phone.

"Yeah, I did. Gave him a shot," Lydia replied.

"Have you left yet?" Thalassa inquired.

"No, still here," Lydia said.

"We're at his doorstep, rang the bell but got no answer," Thalassa explained.

Hold on,

quickly got up and headed

had been a bit spooked earlier by Angelina and Georgia, instinctively fearing it might be them again at

it was

Lydia saw Thalassa and Hertha standing there. She was briefly

entered, Thalassa asked,

nasty flu. Not like it's the end of the

in

His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, too soft for those in

he remembered the disdainful look Hertha

impatient tone.

opened his mouth to speak, then swallowed the words back down, a

It would only deepen her disdain for him. She had made it clear; she found him repulsive, believing there could never be anything between them. With that thought, Alaric's briefly recovered energy faded, and he slumped back onto the bed, disheartened. "You've got it all wrong. Alaric genuinely almost kicked the bucket this time," Lydia explained to Hertha. "What? It was that serious?" Hertha was shocked. "Where is he? I want

Alaric quickly lay back down and closed his eyes, pretending to

did, footsteps

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