"A fever? How bad is it?" Ethan asked, his tone sharpening.
"Pretty bad," Clara admitted. "He's been burning up since last night. I gave him some medicine, but it hasn't helped."
There was a brief pause on the other end before Ethan spoke again. "Send me the address. I'll have someone come by to check on him."
"Oh, no, that's too much trouble. I can figure something out myself," Clara said quickly.
"It's no trouble. Just send me the address," Ethan insisted, his tone firm but calm. "I'll take care of it."
Clara hesitated but finally relented, thanking him several times as she sent over the information. Once she hung up, she returned to Alexander's room. He was sitting up in bed, holding the bowl of porridge she’d brought earlier, though it was clear he didn’t have much appetite.
Upon hearing hetentes, Alexander looked up. “Are you done with your call?”
“Yeah,” she said as she wallad over to collect i
the dishes from last night. “A doctor’s on the way. In the meantime, try to eat a little. I’ll be back in a bit ” She turned to leave, but just as she reached the door, she felt a sudden pull on her wrist. The heat from his touch was startling. She stiffened for a moment and Taimed backte find Alexander staring at her, his dark eyes unreadable.
“Of course,” Clara said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re burning up. You need help.”
nighttorward tone seemed to catch in off guard. She wasn’t trying to make a point or look virtuous–she was simply stating a fact.
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