Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she cried. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t make it to the bathroom. It just came. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Oh, his poor girl.
His heart broke for her. Rushing toward her, he grabbed a clean cloth off the bedside table that he’d been using to try and cool her down. He wiped her hands and face first. Then he lifted her gently out from under the covers.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
She just kept repeating the same words.
“It’s all right, baby. Shh, you’re fine. It was an accident. We can clean everything up.”
“Why don’t I strip the bed while you help her shower?” Michaela suggested.
He nodded gratefully and picked Lily up, carrying her into the bathroom. He took off her clothes, leaving her in her underwear.
He stepped into the shower with her in his arms and tried his best to clean her under the shower without staring at her. Damn, it was difficult, though.
He had to keep reminding himself that she was ill.
However, she was so fucking beautiful.
Harvey kept his clothes on. He didn’t care about his own comfort. That meant nothing to him.
Finally, she was clean and slumped against him, half asleep. It was hard to dry her off when she was so sleepy, but he managed. After wrapping another towel around her, he carried her into the bedroom.
Michaela had found some clean sheets and changed the bed. He laid Lily down on top of the bed cover. Moving to the wardrobe, he’d intended to grab some of the lingerie he’d bought for her to sleep in.
Instead, he pulled out one of his T-shirts. He wanted her to wear something that belonged to him. It might be primal or caveman or whatever.
But he didn’t really care.
Moving back into the bedroom, he stripped off her underwear while keeping the towel around her. Then he drew a clean pair of panties up her legs.
Fuck.
It was hard not to get turned on and it made him feel a bit like a dick, he wouldn’t lie. Here she was, ill and out of it, and he was getting turned on from putting panties on her.
Finally, he got them on and drew the T-shirt over the towel before removing it.
Fuck, it was hard work dressing a woman. This was a first for him.
“I’ve put the sheets and cover in the laundry for you,” Michaela said as she walked into the bedroom.
“Thanks. Appreciate your help,” he told her.
“I’ll add it to the bill.” She gave him a serious look so he couldn’t tell if she was joking or not.
It didn’t matter. He’d pay that happily.
After tucking her in, he sat next to her on the bed and smoothed the hair off her face. It needed to be washed and brushed, but he hadn’t wanted to keep her in the shower that long. And he’d probably have needed another pair of hands to hold her up.
“Is that the first time she’s vomited since I last saw her?” Michaela asked as she took her pulse.
“No. It’s not.”
“And this came on suddenly?”
“It seemed to. Do you think it’s the flu?” he asked as Lily mumbled incoherently.
“I don’t know. I’m going to set up an IV,” Michaela said as she took Lily’s temperature. “She needs fluids. I’ll also give her something for the fever.”
“No,” he said abruptly.
Michaela gave him a surprised look. “No? But she needs this.”
“Is she in danger if she doesn’t have the IV?”
Michaela grew silent. “Danger? Not at the moment. But she could become very ill without some fluids soon. And she will feel a lot better. Also, her test results came back earlier. They showed that she’s very low in a number of vitamins and iron. I would say that she hasn’t been eating properly or getting enough hydration for a while.”
Yeah, he knew that she hadn’t been. Because her witch of a mother seemed to be in control of everything Lily had eaten, and for some ridiculous reason, had wanted her to be underweight.
“She freaked out when she woke up earlier to find that we’d taken blood from her. I found her on the floor, shaking and upset. She won’t tell me much, but it seems like something that’s happened to her before.”
“Happened to her before? What do you mean?”
“Where she’s been unconscious and woken up to find that something has happened to her body without her permission.”
The thought of it sent a chill through him.
He knew that she wasn’t telling him everything, and honestly, he was really worried about what else she was keeping to herself.
Terrified that whatever it was, he wasn’t going to like it.
At all.
“Fuck,” Michaela muttered. “All right, we’ll wait until she’s awake and can consent. As long as that doesn’t take too long. We might have to prioritize her physical health over her mental health.”
He didn’t like the idea of that at all. And he knew he’d have to be the one to make that call. And he’d be the one she hated.